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Traveller

Date Written: September 17, 2017
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No one suspected that the trip would by end before time.

I went out straighten my legs.

There was a rough rush around.

People still checked their tickets.

But my ticket landed in a rubbish bin.

Small, gray cardboard box with a destination.

 

I remembered our honeymoon

many years ago

disorderly haste

and zealous

 

zealous

 

That's what I wanted to say.

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