You road I enter upon and look around,
I believe you are not all that is here,
I believe that much unseen is also here...
I believe you are not all that is here,
I believe that much unseen is also here...
Walt Whitman- From Song of the Open Road
...I was going south and west, because if I went south or east I would run out of world too soon...
Neil Gaiman - Bitter Ground
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