We dream about distance, a journey foretold. We carry belongings, with feelings untold. We stroll along Camino, scenting wild and prickly thyme. Fennel sways in grasses, stand proud the test of time. Escaping all our fears, as we drift by bush and tree The road is long and winding, to…
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We dream about distance, a journey foretold. We carry belongings, with feelings untold. We stroll along Camino, scenting wild and prickly thyme. Fennel sways in grasses, stand proud the test of time. Escaping all our…
