I think back to trips I have taken, years ago, decades. I think of the benches and chairs I slept upon; of the meals I ate, by pointing at words written in a different language; of people that I met, who came and went in a heartbeat, saying or doing profound things, never to be seen again.
Those were days of travel with backpack, by thumb or foot. A destination in mind, but how to get there…
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