I remember a walk many years ago with a man with a crooked back. We walked and didn't talk for several days, many times the sky went black. We followed along the path more travelled by, then stopped and looked at the ground, he uttered but a few words. such a pleasant sound.
We stood at the base of a giant Totem, the parting of the way. The Totem was a divider of today and yesterday. He turned away from me towards the sky and said. "I pass the tradition on to you. Without you the Totem would be dead." I smiled and looked at him and re- formed the words instead. "The tradition must live on inside. the pride be interfed. the Totems are a way of life. and therefore can't ever be DEAD." - Tyson R. Nicholas Grade 12 (1990)
"This is the path more traveled by, this is the beaten track, you are on the path of life. The off- ramp's four years back." I blinked and scratched my head and turned back to the path. "These years have travelled by just so very fast." We started onward on our journey to a path that split in two. "My child. I can go no further now. This path is just for you."
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