Past the desert tower of solitude I have began a path to a strange new land.
Each step counting towards a destination which origins remain a mystery to me.
My faithful hounds follow my lead. They keep up, they break the silence.
Together we walk.
A burning moon disencourages our efforts, starless skies have always been the toughest.
Maybe I should wait for the cover of darkness... the cool breeze followed by the chilled embrace of the night.
I'll figure this one out soon.
For too many miles lie still to be walked.
Lie still to be journeyed.
Beautiful! Thanks!
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