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It was an unforgettable journey. I travelled in a fast car. A Mercedes. But I would rather have walked, for life whizzed by and the traveller was left with just a tourist brochure…
The drive was a rush, like the kiss long-lost lovers exchange when they meet.
The journey was short, like love’s pleasure blindsided by lust.
I didn’t stop to think that there could be an alternative… a stroll down the countryside…
…reached my destination without the necessity to get somewhere…
