Paths travel back and forth, roads find themselves betwixt woods that have been long-traveled. If one wanders by the well-trod trail that bears no marks of permanence, or if one prefers the old king's road, tended and mapped, one ends up the same place. When words' purpose is forfeited by the desire of their author to make them beautiful what is
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