The next step..
So I asked her.."What now??"
She did not answer me, she only flashed me that mischievous smile.
Oh to have the faith of that 11 year old girl again. To not worry about my boots getting wet, where (exactly) my current path may lead, keeping my back to the shore..eyes on the horizon.
It's almost like she has faith in the mis-step.. you know, faith in the failure.
Towering genius disdains a beaten path. It seeks regions hitherto unexplored.
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