There's no turning back, just moving forward and moving on. Little steps, one at a time. Ever so cautiously. Lifting one foot with breath held, staring at a spot with knees trembling as it touches ground. Then gravity pulls, breathing out then in. Lifting the other foot and so the cycle goes ... walking on an unknown path ... on soft ground ... The clouds have not cleared up with the sun barely shining through. Don't look back. There's nothing there anymore ... just memories.
Achy, achy ... achy muscles and bones ... achy chest. Tired and weary ... it's going to be a long journey. Sore throat, dull and throbbing pain from head down the spine.
June 10.
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