She follows her destined path through the fog of age
She can only see what is right before her
She knows where she has come from, but what lies ahead is a mystery
Also a mystery are the paths of others
Sometimes her path crosses with another's and they walk side by side for awhile
Then they must part ways
She cannot stop, slow, or speed up for she is stuck in the constant march of time
She cannot leave her path
This is the march she must continue forever

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