Walking a path paved endlessly with yellow needles. The silver grass on the ridge bends once in the wind, and far off the mountain ridges split clear.
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Footfall
On windy days, I also walked toward the ridge. From afar, everyone seemed to be facing the same direction. I remember the sight of them walking that path.
Alight
Walking the forest path, when the needle leaves brush underfoot, only that sound remains—the wind has already passed the ridge.
On windy days, I also walked toward the ridge. From afar, everyone seemed to be facing the same direction. I remember the sight of them walking that path.
Walking the forest path, when the needle leaves brush underfoot, only that sound remains—the wind has already passed the ridge.