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That's Not Important, now.

oh, moment is over.

Where are you going, little nomad? why aren’t you home?

she asked

with dirty feet and a shy smile,

I’m on my way. home is still so far away.

i’ve still got so far to go.

How will you know when you get home?

I don’t. i guess I’ll keep going.


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