On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"
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That sign was such a liar.
ReplyDeleteYou can see the path. There was no trail.
ReplyDeleteNor was there any candy.
I wanted candy.
I don't know, looks legit to me.
ReplyDeleteWhat's in the box?!
ReplyDeleteLove it.
ReplyDeleteThe path less followed...is often that way for a reason.
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