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~♦~

The road appeared to go on indefinitely and emptily, which inspired no confidence nor courage.

And even with half-blind (cataract) eyes it was apparent there was a heck-of-a storm fast-descending up ahead, with lightning already striking.

We reasoned, juggled worst case scenarios, percentage chances, and considered philosophical issues for the spare moments of opportunity likely remaining to make a decision; it came down to this:  was there anything (or one) worth turning back for—not really; we were “do or die” ready to stay the forward course, in faith.

©Avia Morrow, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

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