Its really all a game one plays with oneself. The endless thinking, talking, running, feeling, laughing , stopping suddenly and gazing at the beautiful windswept wilderness all around , and then getting back to the grind.
Maybe someday it'll all stop. Maybe not. Maybe she doesn't want it to stop.
But one thing is definite now. She'll be looking over her shoulder when the game's being played. You see, its not only her looking at the windswept wilderness. She's part of the wilderness too.
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