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Two people on the road

One stops walking

"Where you headed?" she says

Leaning against the wooden sign

"Same place everyone goes,"

I answer, but my eyes slide sideways

She laughs—not mocking, just real

"Then why you stop?" she asks

I don't have words. Just dust on my shoes

She pulls out a worn notebook, sketches the sky

Some roads you walk alone

Some roads someone's already known

Talk a minute. Move along

She shows me her team—all different types

All different scars

"Took me three years," she says

"Why three?" I ask

"Because I had to learn what I wanted first."

She closes the book, hands it back to me

A map. A list. Someone else's directions

"Start here," she says. "Then make your own."

Some roads you walk alone

Some roads someone's already known

Talk a minute. Move along

She's gone before I finish reading

The notebook stays warm in my hands