A walk - measured in degrees, while crossing and following lines drawn on the globe. Ambling across the land, maybe along the equator and across it? At a leisurely pace, dictated only by will and ability. Limited only by enthusiasm. Stopping, only to rest, recharge, rejoice and rejoin. A new horizon everyday? A new memory daily? A fresh summit, a self-defined one?
So little covered, and so much more to come. Until a rebirth and rescue – an endless circle of life halted by connecting with this oblate spheroid. Earth, this “beautiful decrepit debauched disintegrating paradise”.
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