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"I watch on, as I leave ephemeral footprints on the corners of cobbled streets, and on the floors of too many homes. No one sees them but me, and soon enough, I'll have forgotten about them too.
But the joy is found in the moment my toes step on vaguely familiar lands, familiar in the way that my dreams still haunt me a thousand miles away in a bed made too well, and how there's almost always a café to disappear into when the thoughts press too close to the lid of the box.
This, I think, is what it means to travel." ✈