I'd like to think that this is exactly what he had in mind.
(The small stones wobble beneath him, the dirt beneath long eroded, the road insistent on maintaining its old shape over a changed land. It's a slapshod manmade ground that will not hold, and Peter would like to order it torn up. But in this world he can only bear with it and spend forever unsteady on his feet.
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(The small stones wobble beneath him, the dirt beneath long eroded, the road insistent on maintaining its old shape over a changed land. It's a slapshod manmade ground that will not hold, and Peter would like to order it torn up. But in this world he can only bear with it and spend forever unsteady on his feet.
My heart my heart my HEART.)