Rails and roads can be so linear, so restrictive. What exists between enforced stops and arbitrary stations? Walking’s eternal gift is the promise of possibility. Rolling country and open roads hum with a subtle magnetism. Let it pull you off track. Dare to looe your way and risk coming to your senses through your sole/soul. Let your needle settle and head off guided by your inner compass, by your desires and requirements: Ex oriente lux; ex occidente FRUX - From the East light; from the West fruit.
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