I often dreamt of wood-stoves,
jazz, chess games and organic coffee
out of earthen cups.

Of sleeping out under the stars.

And there’s a chance I may never have
truly believed it possible.

But it is remarkable:
the places we’ve been,
the places we’ll go.

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