I have come to a fork in the road
each path is a mystery
on the right is a green woodland
a reminder of my childhood home
the hills are alive with adventure
everything is moving in this place
on my left is barren wasteland
the road stretches off to the sea
where the seagulls cry their tears
the wind rattles the palm fronds
and the sun sinks into the horizon
in a lifeless scarlet blaze of sunset
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