To stay the course upon the path –that is the goal, the aim for which to strive. And call upon my vast resource to make my footsteps sure.
On this day of solitude I shelter my mind and my essence in the embodiment of the bramble – the wild flower of passion, of pilgrimage, of obsession that strays never from the roadside but passes by in delicacy, and righteously delivers the last blow to the midnight sun. On this day of solitude I shall never feel alone.
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