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I wrote this yesterday: Being on the road is a timeless sort of existence unto itself. I will be glad to be home in some ways, but the sense of displacement I have in my life now anyway is somehow more appropriate on the road.
I'm too tired to copy and elaborate my notes from the trip, but maybe later. I don't think they're on much interest to anyone but me anyway since they're travelogue-ish, and I don't think most of my readers are much into that. I might put up a poem that I didn't write on the road but that sums up some of the feelings I've had. But probably not :-P
I'm too tired to copy and elaborate my notes from the trip, but maybe later. I don't think they're on much interest to anyone but me anyway since they're travelogue-ish, and I don't think most of my readers are much into that. I might put up a poem that I didn't write on the road but that sums up some of the feelings I've had. But probably not :-P