When we come to the end of the road

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Disruption, chaos, brutality.

Uncertainty, anxiety, fear.

Where do we find comfort when it feels like the end of the road?

There is no easy way through or out. Yet there is one thing of which I am confident—endings, even deaths, are not the last word.

The photo of arrows pointing in many directions is a composite of the trail markers at Edwin Warner Park, a nearby park I hiked recently.

The black and white image is a composite of two images I took at St. Simon Island, Epworth by the Sea.


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