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I’m sitting at my hotel desk eating my breakfast. My mind is not here, though. I’m already, in my mind’s eye, on the long road home. The congestion and buildings of the city thin. Little communities with welcoming signs invite me to linger, but I can’t visit now, not now. I’m watching the farmlands, some … Continue reading My Bags are Packed, I’m Ready to Go