As you move west from Paphos
At sunset
Past coves and olive trees and banana plantations
The sun sets
Inevitably
In the quiet hum of winter.
Night falls.
You have reached the very end
Of the world.
And a stark choice presents itself.
Do you fear?
Do your shattered dreams overwhelm you?
Or do you hope?
Walking blindly forward,
without guide or plan,
Until the dawn.
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