I write now because i will be incommunicado for a while as i cover regions and countries and lakes and rivers and mountains and boundaries and languages and cultures and seas and temperaments and customs and class and history .
Within a span of hours thousands of years of life disappears underneath.
Not the speed of the passage. The passage of time and events.
Wish this happens more and more often, for more and more miles, as i leap more and more continents.
I will shortly race the clouds and flirt with the wind only to tell them that meet you soon on my return..................but just be there.........
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