It's a Long, Long Road...

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There was once a girl who walked along her one way street, just the same as you or me.

You'll never meet the girl who walked along her one way street.

She laughed and crawled along her one way street. It was soft and warm, with new shapes and colours and sounds.

She toddled along her one way street. Shapes became places and animals and people, and colours became sparkling rainbows.

She sang and ran along her one way street. New worlds formed, with magic and wonder, as her imaginary friends danced alongside.

She crept along her one way street. The path becoming forked with each new turn, a maze of mystery and excitement.

She tripped along her one way street. Forks became crossroads, and signposts scarce, written in emotions the girl couldn't understand.

She stumbled along her one way street. Worlds crumbled down around her as she wandered, helplessly lost, through a deadly labyrinth, pursued mercilessly by the Minotaur of her mind.

She staggered along her one way street. The path broken and bruised, cracked at the seams, falling apart as her wounds bled and the Minotaur fed.

She limped along her one way street. A single route once more, but not soft and warm as before, derelict and cold enough to steal her precious breath away.

She walked along her one way street. They tried to stop her, each and every one, but she no longer spoke their language, she kept walking on, desperate to reach her destination.

Suddenly she stopped.

The one way street had ended. It parted onto a single stone.
'You did this'.
The destination of a million others, yet with only one street.

She tried to turn back, to undo the wrong choices she had made, to desperately return to the mysterious maze, the magical new worlds, the places and animals and people, the shapes and colours and sounds.

But you can't turn back on a one way street.

There was once a girl who walked along her one way street, just the same as you or me.

You'll never meet the girl who walked along her one way street.

It is the Journey, not the Destination, that matters...

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