Journey’s End

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Once, a long time ago, just as the bus was leaving the station, rather uncaring of where it was headed, I boarded hurriedly but settled in comfortably on the first seat in sight, right up front, by the window.

It was a cool October morning. The wheels rolled over the mini-highway… cutting across expanses of rolling meadows, it seemed like I was headed for a meeting at the horizon…

Was it anticipation? Perhaps trepidation? In resignation, I succumbed tScotlando the charms of the surroundings and mountains.

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