I will never go home, I thought with a finality that made me catch my breath, and then I walked on, my mind emptying into nothing but the effort to p… - Cheryl Strayed

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I will never go home, I thought with a finality that made me catch my breath, and then I walked on, my mind emptying into nothing but the effort to push my body to the bald monotony of the hike. There wasn't a day on the trail when that monotony didn't ultimately win out, when the only thing to think about was whatever was the physically hardest. It was a sort of scorching cure.