"...once I'd dreamed of sailing around the world, of paddling down the Amazon, of sitting around a fire with tribal people and sharing their food and their lives. I had loved the person who had those dreams. She was daring and idealistic...and gone."
--from Tales of a Female Nomad

but she's not entirely gone,
by the way.
she just gets lost sometimes.
or buried
under everything else.
just please don't let me forget
that "everything else"
isn't me.

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