The path. Life is a Story - story.one

The wanderer had no name. Instead, his cane had a name. Just like his cloak and the small bag of provisions he carried over his shoulder. In the past, he was sure, he had also had a name. However, that time was long ago, and names tend to lose out to time.

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"and I Knew Exactly What To Do. But In A Much More Real Sense, I Had No Idea What To Do." - Michael Scott