Easter Hunt…Final Movements and All Can Rest

Sometimes it turns out that a friend from the most unlikely place can make everything clear and show the way….

Frenchmen are friends not food…and that’s an empty soda can!
Leading the way past fallen ducks and towards a brighter (or at least sweeter) future.

Past giant statues of grand-parentian stature…
Through the deep leaves
and the deeper leaves still
Past trials un-numbered (because neither can count above two) to the foot of the tan monolith
one thrown stick later
and there’s enough to share (particularly when one of the two has more of a taste for flesh than sweets)
Some felt no need to chase their dreams as they had already found what they sought
perhaps too much of a good thing
but then they’re not sayin’
The sorcerer supreme walks his own path. Meditating and purifying his mind…
and as the first rays of the rising sun touch the stone at his feet
His wishes are granted
and all is well

And back to the beginning

…oh…and there was Tim…the Enchanter…but that’s a sadder tale as sense was never his strong point…

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