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Dec 16, 2009 12:20

I pack you on my back, again. You are more than ritual, integrated. I find a forgotten $70 tucked into my passport, a way i agreed to take care of myself in the past, allotting permission for the future.

I peel the tag off a new pair of sneakers. I look at a map & my mouth forms new words, the pleasures of foundings.

wander, wanderlust

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