Crowded into a corner among the throngs of people catching the last train of the night from Bank to Queensway with my headphones on (M.Ward as my companion), this is where I go:
- To an early morning Thanksgiving Day swim just off the shores of Pemba's beach
- To the long, empty dirt road I trudged down with barely enough luggage to last me that first Brazilian summer
- To several meters beyond the right in a fork of the Wisconsin hiking path that we also mistakenly chose the summer before
- To the outside balcony after the last fight when I can't see any way forward, only the way out
- To the last mile stretch of my first century in Vidalia, Georgia
- To a long trail out to the edge of the Cape of Good Hope with nothing but that
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