2019_365365 - The Sanity Trail
#4383 - 2019 Day 365: Twelve months to the day since their last rendezvous, the travellers found themselves on a bleak hill. It was the end of a troubled decade. One threw his head back in despair, tired of the madness. They had tried not to gaze into the abyss but it was as inevitable as it was now shallow, its depths rising in a clouded mass of lies and burning earth. “We are who we are and so are our friends with us,” implored the other. “The way ahead is still open. We cannot stop here; we can retreat or we can stand. Our journey is more difficult now but we must continue. We must rise above the divide and fight with our compassionate hearts to build the bridges.”
2019_365365 - The Sanity Trail
#4383 - 2019 Day 365: Twelve months to the day since their last rendezvous, the travellers found themselves on a bleak hill. It was the end of a troubled decade. One threw his head back in despair, tired of the madness. They had tried not to gaze into the abyss but it was as inevitable as it was now shallow, its depths rising in a clouded mass of lies and burning earth. “We are who we are and so are our friends with us,” implored the other. “The way ahead is still open. We cannot stop here; we can retreat or we can stand. Our journey is more difficult now but we must continue. We must rise above the divide and fight with our compassionate hearts to build the bridges.”