A meagre poem inspired by my sister's new "Windy Stone Paths":
Paths we forge,
Paths forged for us;
It’s hard to tell
The two apart
We cut the stone,
then lay it down;
But why here?
Was there a path
before our path?
Still, we must walk
By faith, not sight
On paths of stone
Known yet unknown
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