Arriving at a decision

We do not have a map. It has started to snow, and we have lost sight of everything we know. The ground is turning soft beneath our feet.

Panic not. We will not walk into this whiteness forever. We will arrive – though we are unsure of how or when – and when we arrive the ground will be solid once more and the landscape understandable again.

For now, we must simply put one foot in front of the other, deal with whatever we find along the way.

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