Throughout the day, my walking was endless. I took few breaks and discovered the water fountains en route. There, I satiated my bladder with what was left in my bottle, filled up, stretched my arms above the head feeling my spine crack beneath the backpack's compression, and then continued. Towards the end of the day, I reached Saint Privet and rested along a stone embankment. With a small wheel of fresh goat cheese, I was content and decided this would be a fine location to carry out the day.

Along Le Chemin, I carry no book or map. I have no idea where I'm going, except west, and have no idea where I'll end up. I don't have a clock or a watch, and so I move until I come to an end pointmy body fatigued, my feet swollen within their soles.

Just out of Saint Privet, I found a small hill, alone without fields or livestock. There, I set up my tent and began to stretch my bones, muscles and joints back
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into alignment. Afterwards, I was shocked at my rejuvenation, and so sat down to write and read. This was day one, and as I began to learn: such is The Way.

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