Her back was to the windows with the blinds open so that the made her face black.
"I can't see you," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"You're a shadow." He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as she walked over to the bed and now the shined upon her and he could see her.
"Good morning."
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evaded him for over six years. Everyone around him either travelled or wished they could. In this regard he was an . A creature of routine, he could live out the same week for the rest of his life. Die happy that way. In this way he felt like he could touch his .
It wasn't a psychological, intellectual concept, but rather a destination that was already in existence. Just not yet arrived at. At the end of the six years of no wanderlust, he suddenly felt a detachment from this death as destination. Suddenly he knew he had to go to .
"I can't see you," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"You're a shadow." He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as she walked over to the bed and now the shined upon her and he could see her.
"Good morning."
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evaded him for over six years. Everyone around him either travelled or wished they could. In this regard he was an . A creature of routine, he could live out the same week for the rest of his life. Die happy that way. In this way he felt like he could touch his .
It wasn't a psychological, intellectual concept, but rather a destination that was already in existence. Just not yet arrived at. At the end of the six years of no wanderlust, he suddenly felt a detachment from this death as destination. Suddenly he knew he had to go to .