Everyone leave traces, everyone leave footprints, or pawprints, as it were. Some follow in other people's footsteps, others venture out where none have trod before. Some sidestep, some stumble, some run. Some seem to walk backwards. I don't know where I'm going, and sometimes that worries me, but the footsteps behind me reassure me about one thing; I know where I come from, I know where I've been.
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