The longest road

‘I didn’t know you were already here, and your paths are still obscure. I remain guilty for approaching you, obscurely, for watching you make me cryptic. There’s no way back from this guilt, only further into you. The double guilt of approaching you and of not staying with you. Yours is the longest road, where you approach and recede. I have to follow it to see it. Strange demand, strange apprenticeship.’

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