“It was my thirteenth week on the road as I crossed the pass and to the Old one path. A yellow full moon illuminated the forest and the night owl gave it’s eerie sing. I still have a long way ahead I remember thinking, but the road sometimes has its own ways...As I drove by the Old one was hidden from the moon”
“It was my thirteenth week on the road as I crossed the pass and to the Old one path. A yellow full moon illuminated the forest and the night owl gave it’s eerie sing. I still have a long way ahead I remember thinking, but the road sometimes has its own ways...As I drove by the Old one was hidden from the moon”
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