They had reached the end of the road. A beautiful, breathtaking road. Now the question lingered in the air as to what was next. They could retrace their steps and take the same road back. They could take refuge in old standing building. Or they could cliff dive and feel a new exhilaration.
They were going to sit on the road and contemplate and try to forecast the future. There was always more to do. Which route to take was the puzzle.
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