It always comes back to the crossroads.
Smudges on the masterpiece.
Swirls of mystery and uncertainty.
It always comes back to the crossroads.
Paths to choose. Directions to follow.
Or not.
The soothsayer resides in his dwelling
Seeking the future among the clouds.
The oracle stares within the tea leaves
Their gentle flow and artistic representation.
Wisdom and drive.
And courage to take the first step.
Away from the crossroads.
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