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Can you believe it's been so long? I feel as though it was just yesterday I was here last, but looking around, I see much has changed. Some friends are gone, while new ones take their place, not that old friends can be replaced—but life is busy and as full as it can be it gives me little extra time for more. More... More is the ethereal, curious, most elusive thing I'm always seeking. More is the fuel that seems to drive me further and further on this road.

But more does not always lead down a straight path. Onward, yes—but is that the same as forward? I am too tired to ponder this right now. From time to time, all I can do is put a foot in front of the other in this eternal act of falling, balancing, trying, dancing that we call walking.

From time to time I come to that proverbial fork in the road and I just take it—not always to follow the road less traveled by—not always quite deciding—and always wondering if this is the right path or maybe, may be that one was.

And all the forks have led me round and round back to this place, through caverns measureless to man, to this sunless sea. And on this soulless beach where we now find each other once again. I am a bit embarrassed you should find me lacking my usual ebullience, waiting pointlessly for an answer, even from the echo, to my lonely cry—but a wind blew out of a cloud and it seems there shall be no one here to look upon my works. None, perhaps, but you, and you will not despair, but rather walk with me.

And in the end, come full circle to the womb that made me, I shall cherish most the warm embrace of those arms that, outstretched and yearning, through my travels, awaited my return.