Have I some small power?
"Fly", says the light of the sun through the trees.
"You can make a difference."
Summer air, so hot and beautiful out there.
A sandy path, sun shining through the forest
In that peculiar speckled pattern.
Damn horseflies.
Running and laughing and falling down
Don't drag me through the poison ivy!
Carry me back and I'll love you forever.
Night time.
My rag around my neck and in my heart.
A child sits stands in front of me.
I turn and place trusting hands on my shoulders,
Thus promising that I will not fall.
They grip hard almost like a burden,
Afraid to lose me in the darkness.
I will not fail you.
"Guide, whom do you bring along this trail?"
"I bring those willing to accept the challenge of the Blue Rag."
I cannot tell you all the answers.
I may only lead you to the questions...
...Your beginning.
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