Tumbleweed trail

Once, I was a tumbleweed, rolling to pick up the trail of crumbs. Sometimes, even that trail disappeared and I had to forge another path. Looking back in retrospective, I would have told my younger self, to be an entrepreneur, and leave the crumbs alone.

Prompt from M. Cook – “tumbleweed trail“.

Dreams are the royal road to one’s unconscious.

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