Grace,
time tastes different here,
the light lasts longer
the skies rain harder
the air blows cooler
mountains
up there, rest.
clear sunseting skies surround us
birds circle the headland
i watch them, mesmorised
they make me feel free
as we wander through this world,
to taste different soil,
to feel the coldness of a foreign ocean,
to wander the forests of ancient beings,
to understand the tongue of a similar mind,
we will remember home,
and we will remember life is beautiful.
until next time xx
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