Paths forked in the woods, in the mind, in the heart. Each choice a divergence, each decision a departure from the way things had been. In the thickets of possibility, they learned not to fear the branching ways but to embrace the myriad journeys each fork offered.

Divergence — Not division but multiplication, a flourishing of futures where once there had been but one way forward.

⸱ At each fork, they found possibility, each new path a divergence from the expected, opening the doors to endless journeys ⸱

© tomarowsky
PolysomaGenesis, around 2023