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Spencer 1m
Breathe in,
Slow down,
Breathe out the rust of travels past,
Walk down,
Step up,
Settle into tomorrow's sky,
Close eyes,
Open mind,
Drift away to distant days,
Smell lemons,
Taste salt,
Let time swallow me whole,
Surrender to the version of me that waits south of me now.

— The End —