Walking, staff at hand, on pilgrimage to an unknown shrine. Each fork I ask, "Are you it?" Looking out the night window, I see the wrong landscape. No idea what's right, but that isn't it. "God said unto Abram, 'Get thee out of thy country, ... unto a land, I will show you." Leaving, definitely leaving but where to? No destination, just a mismatch of place.
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