No pain, no gain, she thought, and she had some important things to contemplate. But the pilgrim road was spattered with violets
No pain, no gain, she thought, and she had some important things to contemplate. But the pilgrim road was spattered with violets and punctuated by medieval churches and alpine views, and, despite the exhaustion, aching knees, and brutal sun, she was unexpectedly flooded with joy and gratitude for life's gifts. ''Why do I like this road?'' she writes. ''Why do I love it? What can be the comfort of understanding my footprint as just one among the millions?
While I'm walking I feel myself alive, feel my small life burning brightly.''
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