How strange that I was upon a road in Eoe yet my life might have seemed
a continuous stream of strangeness to many.
Strange,
not strange.
I walked
along the way which led from the commons to the river road which in Eoeun
fashion followed the river closely and crossed it several times I had been
told by those I met upon the waters and indeed even in the dimming
of the distance as night now rapidly closed in I could distinguish the
low bridge far downstream just before the river curved.