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Returning from Walkabout in untrammeled snow.  Turning, I saw my footprints.  Medium size, not uncommon.

Sand, snow or earth, footprints do not last long.  A mark, a measure of where we have been, a pace held and gone.

Some like to leave their mark, or wish they made a bigger mark.  Footprints wear away.  It is the thing that cannot be seen, memories of the walk, that persist.

Footprints do not last, I do not mind.

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