Sometime you know you've walked a certain stretch before, but have magically transported backwards to walk it again.
Sometimes it's so dark you can't see your hands in front of your face.
But somehow, as you keep walking, you eventually make progress. Not dramatic, not overnight.
But you look over your shoulder and are amazed that you actually have walked farther down the road.
But, as always, you have a long way to go in front of you, and there is no rest for the weary.
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