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Do Not Fall In Love With a Wayfarer

wayfarers do not have picnics with people. travelers, journeyers, vagabonds, are wanderers. they prefer nature to humans, and they keep moving. do not try to enslave, entrap, slow down or capture one. wayfarers come in a variety of shapes, boot sizes and heights. they are usually taller than the norm, but not giants. their leg muscles are well-developed, and they have bunions. not all of them, but the two that I have met. wayfarers are story tellers, but they keep their stories silent. sharing them in their heads, but not with other humans. they believe they will write a novel "someday" weirdly enough on someday they are still moving, walking. my aunt accidentally fell in love with a notorious wayfarer. she followed him to Switzerland, France, Germany and Russia. he kept asking her to be quiet, and it bothered her, for a year. she thought she could change him, but she was incorrect. wayfarers may not remember you even if they see you yearly. but they will remember an oak tree branch or a twig on the lawn. they will remember where they ate their peanut butter crackers. they keep moving, so do not fall in love with one if you can help it.

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