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CALL OF ELSEWHERE
A restless wind stirs deep within me,
softly urging movement,
hinting of paths unexplored.
It whispers of risk
of roads not taken
of horizons unseen.
I’m like the ocean's tide~
greeting the shore,
leaving, and returning
changed~
never totally anchored,
never fully gone.
always listening
for the next soft call of
elsewhere.
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