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  • I was always in ports.

    Waiting, watching, wondering. It was the only chance I had to be with myself at times.

    The plane rides were torturous; a precious torture that unplugged my mind from the infinite loop of people & places & time & trouble. A moment suspended in time where the world stood still as I circled about it.

    Where I had the gift of solitude to explore peace in a crowded place.

    I'd ask myself, is this peace as fulfilling as solitude is? Is there life in loneliness?

    I'd wished I could slow down at times- make it all pause while I caught my breath at the edge of reason, but somehow I knew it wasn't for me.

    Boredom hit at every stop sign, itching to press on, begging to backtrack.

    And so I went. In search of a place to pause.
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