Josephine has gone away on a journey. Usually a fastidious traveller, always knowing exactly the where , how and why, she was for that one journey , totally unprepared.
For this new exploration in Terra Incognita, no plans, no maps, no booking, no resting place.. Just a permanent , relentless track to follow. The scenery was stunning. Nothing that Josephine has ever seen before. Wild, exotic, lush, colorful, varied, always a breathtaking sight on the horizon. But no easy walk.
And in no time, Josephine was in Montagnes russes. The peaks as high as the clouds, the depths, as dark and profound as an abyss. The middle ground would have been a potential paradise but Josephine never set foot on it.
Then, surging from nowhere, rushed past her hordes of wild, savage but beautiful horses, galloping at full speed and in danger of crushing Josephine over. All muscles and pure force, they were a sight to behold. The noise of their stamping hooves was defeaning, and as quick as lightning, gone.
Then, the solitude and the beauty of the place. A paradise in the making.
As she travelled further, utterly caught in the speed and intensity of this most unusual journey, Josephine suddenly stopped.
Ahead, a precipice. Will she have to fall or to put wings on ?
She is on the edge.
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