“Take the winding path
Up the hill until
You reach the lighthouse,”
The kindly old woman
Explained, leaning heavily
On a cane made of steel.
“Walk and walk up that
Hill. Follow it as it
Winds back and forth,”
She coughed and chuckled.
“It’s like a roll of
The dice, really, when-
Ever you go up that hill.
Sometimes the path seems
Simple, but sometimes it
Seems like it doubles
Back on itself, and you
Find yourself wondering
If you are lost, even though
The lighthouse is in plain
View the whole time, just
Up ahead.” Again, she
Coughed and smiled, smiled
And coughed. “You’ll get
There, though. We all get
There eventually, to our
Rightful place in the world.”

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