A Map for Samwell Tarley
The hills and rivers remain. That is all the map you need.
The scraps of lands where others have traveled ~ you will journey
Past all that. Bring your pen.
Roots will trip you
Ravens will fail you
You will mislay your bundle looking for light
Forward you face each long mile
When you can’t walk, crawl
When crawling fails, sit, not quite quiet
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