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Journeys
I dream of journeys to contemplate
of driving alone on a lined snow-laden road
with no destination
of gliding through the wilderness on a train
its whistle a haunting sound
over bridges with deep water moving beneath
and boreal trees all around
of flying in a diminutive airplane over the ocean
with no land to observe
lost in the blue
listening to every creaking sound
of floating in a sailboat across the sea
seeking my true north in tranquility
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