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Sep 2012
Nine a.m. at travel stance;
Shave, then shower, packing by ten.
Travel stance is stuck in a seat for two hundred miles;
Two days later and another two hundred, then again.

Bags always near, clothes always everywhere.
Travel Stance is looking nice everywhere else except where you sleep.
Written by
Kyle Wheaton
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