If I were a path I would be dirt
I would push through deep into the forest
I would never have everyone at once and
my guests would come only one at a time
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winding path
to follow it you had to look differently, one step at a time, one step in front of you, feeling the sun, knowing it was there and asking for nothing more, making an effort, again, to look differently, but everything was fine, everything would be fine, today, then we would do it all over again.