It is not the road rich with tracks, it is not the cliffs fraught with cracks. It is not a feeling of unconquerable confinement, it is not the hope of intimate entwinement. It is not the thought of beaches white, it is not the evening sunlight It is not a pretentious, petty escapade nor is it a journey that ought to be made, It is the handshake, the eyes, the forging new ties It is the warmth and the smile; the \"stay for a while\" It is the words spilled en masse for each moment to pass It is each second and minute and the people within it that is what calls me
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