As long as I can remember, I’ve been enchanted by paths and in particular, by paths in the woods. There’s something about them, a kind of magic. You can’t see where the path ends and any time you choose to walk on one, you could wind up anywhere from the parking lot of the local mall to an ancient churchyard.
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
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Shel said that only the children know
Where the sidewalk ends
I have been to end of the sidewalk
And back again
And back to the end
I step off the end
Weave through paved roads
Dodge traffic
To the off-beaten places
In my adulthood
The mystery
The quest for magic
Extends beyond the sidewalk
To the unseen end of an old path
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