Each cross along the way up the path and down, is pretty much the same. Their placement may be different, but that's about it. Of course, travlers have left various items along the way...usually stones.
When I reached this cutback, all I could do was chuckle..."you mean I've only climbed .5 km?"
I kept going...onward and upward. I began to think about what I had to leave behind? Where might I leave it? What really was the meaning of the stones? I was lost in my thoughts and feelings amid swirling shades and textures of green.
Fighting the feelings of not having planned very well and having nothing to offer, I stopped when I reached the top.
My rock girl self shined through. I'd made it. I was surrounded by stone. Nothing became everything. I had only but to choose from all.
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