Could it be that the “bend” is what makes fear of death so common? Or is it what we know in life that makes the turn so fearful?
There is something comforting
In the uncomfortable space between the known
Trail and its bend toward a new place.
Could it be that the “bend” is what makes fear of death so common? Or is it what we know in life that makes the turn so fearful?
There is something comforting
In the uncomfortable space between the known
Trail and its bend toward a new place.