When I read stories,
There are camp fires
And caves
Or blankets
Or inns -
All are chapters
Not to be missed.
So then,
Why do I find it so hard to see,
For myself
That pauses are powerful,
That resting is still part of
The journey?
Copyright LJ 2021.
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