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New Paths
Looking back,
I gazed at the path I had made,
in the sand.
and I thought,
about myself,
about the paths I had walked,
and the new direction I was heading.

And suddenly,
I realized ...
how small I was,
and how insecure I was,
and how big the world was,
and I wanted to turn back,

But as I turned
and looked back .
the wind had blown out iny tracks.
So I walked on forward,
and didn't look back again.

Terry Mattingly

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