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The ageless woman walks before me, never more than a few steps ahead. I know that where the road comes to an end, she will halt and wait for me. Often do I wish that it would happen already, that the journey could finally be over. But when I call for her and she slows down her steps, I realise I am slowing down mine as well. I understand, then, that despite my weariness I still want to see more, I want to travel a little bit further.

And so we continue on, the ageless woman before me, never more than a few steps ahead.