The lessons we come to know are not always easy,

and what I felt in my heart was unceasing.

It pushed me onwards.

I had to get to her, somehow.

The satchel felt heavy, this message in time.

“She shall know how to read it,” he said to himself as he sipped an herbal infusion by his small brushwood fire in the early morning hours, just before riding, while taking a rest.

Prayer feels better when longing, and we are thrust into the deepest desire to come out of the darkness.

So we dig and seek sunlight.

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