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The Traveler's Call
Bring me the cane, the old purse;
I’ve journeyed through too many seasons here.
The roads have shifted like dreams I’ve lost,
but my feet still know the way.
No need for ceremonies or goodbyes—
it’s time to leave behind what no longer serves.
The sky ahead will be enough,
and I’ll follow where the horizon leads.
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Ramon Riveraalmena
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