I can’t stay in one place for too long. My spirit wants to fly, to wander. I desire no ties, just to see and experience our whole world. I flee from the homestead. I love and loath having an anchor. I am the end of a long line of history, yet I have wings. Perhaps there is a balance, yet for today there is an adventure to explore. Perhaps we are both, the longing and the loving. Either way, I have fled to California and her ancient redwoods.
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