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One day you’ll be walking down
some street, in a foreign country,
perhaps, somewhere you’ve never been,
and you’ll say to yourself, so this is where
I was meant to be all along, this is where
my bones connect and move as one,
this is where my muscles relax with an audible
this is where my heart can open and my soul thrive.

Your only destination then will be
some restaurant beckoning in the distance,
maybe one on the lip of a white cliff
overlooking the sea, the kind you’ve seen
in travel advertisements for Santorini,
where you can sit on a patio
with someone you’ve just met
or maybe someone you’ve known for years
whom you realize you’ll always love,
where you can eat and imbibe
and simply be.