Spring

The long road homeward crosses rivers and streams, both of which call me by name.

And I choose to leap in, because what is held in abridged life but shame?

And were it not for jagged rocks and waterfalls, I would carry on all day.

But I gather cuts and scrapes to tell my tale, along my merry way.

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