Monday, August 1, 2022

The road

There is a road,
no simple highway,
between the dawn and the dark of night,
and if you go,
no one may follow,
that path is for your steps alone.

Jerry Garcia, born August 1, 1942
In the Spirit: Conversations with the Spirit of Jerry Garcia






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