There are just three weekends, until my reprieve, until I can pack up and get out and leave. Then I'm off to Bali, for surfing and sun, for making new friendships and having some fun, for finding how deeply my root-ball has grown, for life without worry or snowfall or phone. I shall be returning but for just a spell, to make sure my business is holding up well, then into the wild blue yonder I'll go, with songs in my heartstrings and volumes to show for all of my wanderings, travels, and deeds – point me to the action and I'll find the weeds.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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