Vigor lead everywhere
A road might lead to anywhere to harder towns and grays or, to a witch is pointed hours hidden by bristly trees. It might lead past the tailor’s foot where he sews with needle and thread her by miss pim the millinet’s with her bats for every head. It might be a road to a great, dark, cave with treasure and gold piled high or a road with a mountain tied to its end, blue humped against the sky. Or, a road might lead you anywhere to Mexico or maine: But then, it might just fool you, and lead you back again.
