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| Seeing the sunrise from your tent is un-fucking-real |
It gets me, everytime –
Just as you're heading for the airport
You're staring out
The roads, buildings, trees, hell, even clouds
All seems so different
Staring far. Staring ahead
Trying to remember every minuscule detail
For you may never return
And this may be the first and last time
You set foot on this soil
*Inspired by my travels. It's good to be home too, though.
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