I seem to be traveling again.
I already know there is no home for a restless spirit.
Let alone an unquiet one.
No. I will let that thought be. Sarah found my grave in the snow, and so did Soubi. Those I cared for are still on their journeys, as I am still on mine. It is enough.
{{OOC: The subject line is from Walter de la Mare's "The
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