
If a car passes me when I'm on a horse, I always think: if I were in that car and saw me, I would wish I was me. Wistful children's faces, staring out of the back window, agree.
- Monica Dickens
- Monica Dickens
I can see the sign ahead,
it’s telling me to choose a new direction.
I cannot go the same road I’ve been on.
But which direction do I choose?
it’s telling me to choose a new direction.
I cannot go the same road I’ve been on.
But which direction do I choose?
(you can read the rest of this poem when the card comes out)

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