It’s been said that the hardest walk is walking alone, but it is also the walk that makes you the strongest.
As I watch our friends turn and go back through the woods, I wonder what is on their minds, are they thankful for another day upon this earth, thankful for the food that has been brought to them, what goes on in the mind of someone society has shunned?
In my own mind I think they are most thankful for those who take time to listen to them, to truly listen to them.
The woods are beautiful dark and deep, but I have miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
The Forgotten Shall Be Forgotten No More