Typed on January 15th, 2018. Exact time written, around mid-2017.
A girl walks down a path, looking for the perfect spot to call Home. She walks and walks, for miles and miles more, then suddenly, stops.
She's walked hours, days, even. And she hasn't found what she is looking for. She doesn't know where the path ends. What if the place she's looking for is nothing but a façade, a delusion, a fantasy? If she spends all this time looking for it, and it isn't there?
All wasted time and effort, with no end results.
She wasn't going to let that happen, she couldn't take that risk!
She drops her stuff and begins creating the place she would forever stay.
Little did she know, less than a mile away, a light shone vibrantly on exactly the place she sought, awaiting her arrival, of which would never come.
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