Where are you leading me?
The mist rolls in. The cold and rain accompanying it envelop me like a fisherman’s expertly cast net. The ascent continues. To where, I don’t know.
Only that your whisper, “follow me,” drives me onward.
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Thank you for sharing Frank’s post 🙂
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Thanks, Sue! 😀
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