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We the Travellers

We, the travellers Many people when they get elderly travel the world to see famous places and other cultures. When they die, they will have no recollection of the travels. I have been to every country that has a seaport, working long hours, it was dark when I got up and dark when the toil was over. I might as well not have been there, because the docks are always the same, bars, whores and booze and they all looked the same, and the women were selling the same wares whether black or brown, but for a man alone it was the nearest he came to love. When the big shadow falls on me, it will be forgotten.

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