To journey back through the twists and turns of your own path is strangely both comforting and disturbing.
Goals that have been set and met (or not), the thoughts of moments gone by, pictures and words that seem as though surely they must have belonged to somebody else ... but of course they're your own ... have a kind of haunting quality attached to them.
I've finally been able to take a tiny bit of time to peruse at least a part of my own back-path - I've had rather a busy life I have to admit.
All of which is neither here nor there. It was just on my mind.
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