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Backpacking

Shouldering my backpack,
hot sun burning down
on my long unkempt hair.
Dust floating around
my dirty feet
in their worn-out sandals.
The smell of smoke
still fresh in my nose
I get up to move on.
Travelling the world like this -
two feet, two legs
and an open mind.

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