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Break-up “Look at my feet.” Forever Friend holds his feet up so that I can see both soles. He sits across from me on the other bed in the room, wearing nothing but his underwear. I don’t notice anything particularly strange about his feet from my bed, so I get up to examine them more closely. “Blisters!” [...]
The seeds of journey are set into motion by one long grey hair shooting out of an old man’s face. It doesn’t have to be something significant or Earth-shattering that pulls me towards a particular destination. I don’t need an excuse to travel–just a feeling, some time, and possibly an offhand suggestion at best. For [...]
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