It’s just a bump in the road.
It’s not a mountain. Nor a precipice. Nor a high-wire with Captain Hook crocodiles clammering their jamming jaws beneath.
The lost boys are still lost.
And this is just a bump in the road.
It matters that its circumnavigation has lasted ten months or more? It matters that the road beyond it may be anything but straight and smooth, or that the wall calendar is filled with ways by which to surmount it?
No.
It’s just a bump in the road.
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