Back To Future
Somewhere between leaving
and arriving.
A quiet record of what remains.
Places pass. A certain light, a line on the horizon, or the pause before departure stays with us.
Not every journey moves forward.
The distance changes.
The feeling finds its way back.
Where the sky remembers.
Night keeps a different kind of direction.
Leave your name in the passing.
A small note for whoever arrives next. It appears here at once, then stays with this browser.
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