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Dec 2015
As I sit at my desk
staring at my screen
for the next eight hours
I can't help but let my mind
wander off into places
only my memories can touch;
places that shot
a permanent feeling of
wonder and enchantment
through my soul.
I can feel an itch of
adrenaline and desire
creeping down to my feet
until I can no longer stay still.

I should be somewhere else right now.
the travel bug is always biting
abby
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   ---, m i a and Halsea Callis
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