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Each Choice in Good Time Exhausted at the crossroads, an ancient tortoise at her side, she considered the forking paths. She wore a sari made of living flames that changed direction in the wind. "Walk with me awhile?" she asked the tortoise, who seemed a good companion. It bowed. So she left the road altogether, setting off into the forest. |
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