Heading north continually with determination.
The closer we get, the farther away north seems.
Will we ever reach north?
At times it feels we’ve gone nowhere, except when we look behind us and realize how far away south is.
North seems far away, yet closer than the southern point.
Continue?
Stay?
Turn around?
The dilemma feels as heavy as our eyes.
Would it feel as dire in the morning if we rested today?
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