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  • I use to travel road, rail, sea and sky to search for adventure and whatever I thought was missing in my life. Was it God I was looking for, life itself or just kicks. A rich tapestry of friends, characters moving in and out of my story, or maybe just gliding past. Relationships almost established, only to slip away once more into their own particular corner of time and space, remaining unaware of how closely their lives maybe linked. In the sky, in the market, in town and country I was busy looking for meaning, a lesson in life. I feared the end of the road. To settle down. What would happen when the wheels stopped spinning and the walls, buildings and fences would start to grow higher than the office block in the city where I would end up working for a while.

    These roads don't move, I'm the one that moves.

    Jack, I felt like your mirror. On the road. But had I actually gone anywhere? Where to next? I look at my family now, my two adopted girls and know I no longer need to travel for miles to get anywhere. I am here.
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