When Walking Slowly
While walking in the desert,
I often thought of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.
I imagined him sitting on a sand dune, watching the sunset like the Little Prince.
Even when his plane crashed in the heart of the desert, his heart was full of dreams.
He once said that the most difficult thing for him was to despair.
In the magic of the Sahara Desert, Saint-Exupéry was always at its core.

It doesn’t have to be a desert.
It doesn’t have to be the Camino de Santiago.
Walking along the paths near my home in Chungju, or by the sea in Gangneung,
I suddenly meet my childhood self.
The child who was in pain, cold, hungry, and lonely.
The child who cried silently, fearing friends might discover.
Though the memories of despair have faded, walking slowly,
the healing moments come like a gift.

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