Some never find their way back.
And some will never know home.
And if we are so fortunate to find someone who with common heart, wants to fly with us, to join us on this path, to lead us on the migratory journey to a place called home, then we need to part seas or walk on water or crawl on hands and knees to make it there, together.
Even Monarchs fall.
Wings get broken. They cease to move. Hearts stop.
There is no hero's journey.
* source: Wikipedia, Monarch Butterfly
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