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This isn’t the place I thought it would be. Once there was a fork in the road and turning right seemed right. Voices, sounds and lyrics misled the way. Naïveté. Now, a decade later I’m back agreeing with this farewell. It’s moderately tolerable. I’ll head towards that middle ground of mud. With prospects of flourishing grass. Snap shots of this odyssey. Record moving images of newness on the horizon. And see.