Appalachian Wanderer

There is an unnameable something for which my soul hungers. I know not if this hunger is shared by my fellow travelers or if it is something only I hunger for. I have wandered often, hoping to find it, but I never can. I believe it is not something that can be found--it is something that can only be sought. For in the midst of seeking, I am enveloped by it. If I pause, thinking it has been found, it vanishes, leaving just a taste, a whisper. I must continue seeking. I must not sorrow for lack of finding. I am not loveless. I am not lonely. The journey is my solace, my friend.

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