Those who wander and are lost
Those who wonder and are last
May they find each other’s paths
Grasping the rationale behind the title choice would require thinking outside the box, but that’s on you, reader. If I explained it right away, it would feel like explaining a joke, more precisely giving it away (a puzzle). Sure, without that bold claim of mine, there would be no ‘puzzle’, not one that you would be aware of. Play along and see where it leads.
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Reveries That I Call Poetry 