Footprints in the Windsm # 1983–Which way the world is going to go

Footprints in the Windsm # 1983

I’ll tell you which way the world is going to go. It’s humans loosely in charge of where the human world will go. Some will be lost and some for a long while. Some will see this way and some will march off that. Some will timidly test the waters. All will muddle. Strong actors will arise and seize others’ lives. All will be in different places and stages of grief. Some will see this; some will say this. Most will not. All are explorers, willing or not. This is the way the world will go.


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choose the word not just concrete, but
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:- Doug.

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