Seashells
The end comes quickly
And so I say goodbye
I know where I stand
You aren't mine
I'm not yours
We're on borrowed time
Where I found you
Is where I must let you go
It all comes full circle
Originally started to contain tales from and about my move to Tanzania, my first forage into Africa. Now, it's about anything that comes to mind that I'd like to share.
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