He stood with his arms folded as he waited for me to lead us. I turned around to where I thought we had come from and after just five steps he cleared his throat. I looked back at him and he was pointing with his eyes in the opposite direction. Gratefully, I began walking in the direction he’d hinted, though not very much further on I knew I was lost and felt frustrated. I sat on a log and took a few deep breaths. His bare feet were next to me and suddenly I felt envy. I wanted to feel that connection to the ground, to the sandy soil and the roots; a connection that gave him unwavering confidence ...
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