In a normal mind you'd be out already, laid waste by song lyrics and small recipes. Did I use those coupons in time, what is the next important birthday, who else is out there? There is a certain satisfaction in lingering, in the back and forth. I can obscure fickleness and kid myself as much as you do. I'm better at it, I've had more practice. The cementing of something is never much fun anyway. The possibility of an adventure is always better than buying the equipment, packing, training, getting your shots. The moment when you arrive and realize it really isn't like the books, it really isn't all that beautiful. It is a real place.
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