Strictly forward and seriously back.
Up the hills they climb, straw men and women, with an eager look and an almost hidden glint of a smile.
Reciting remembered verses, or describing brand new quotes, they will arrive and thrive.
Where we go is imagined during the porridge eating moments.
Where we arrive is salted with bravado and cloud-like negotiation.
Newly minted moments of immeasurable magnitude and mastery.
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