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It is sometimes better to travel cheerfully than to arrive.

The Road

by tfawcus

The way is straight and narrow, the destination near, but I prefer a winding road, an ancient road more dear. For me, the road's what matters, the road that hugs the hill. When I am on the old road, I have no fear of ill. The hawthorn bends and beckons, so, too, the Old Man's Beard. This road is safe, I reckon, but the destination's feared. I must espouse the winding way beyond the wicket gate, where every footstep's heaven; I care not if I'm late.

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