I am merely a footprint. Maybe my impression will last. I could fossilize, wait here for a millennium until some future wanderers with curious minds and open hearts discover me with a sense of wonder and awe. But odds are I will soon dissipate in the wind, never to be seen or heard of again. Either way, this moment is wonderful. Under a canopy of leaves, I watch the black horse graze a ways off, and enjoy the breeze.
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