bless you in your little travels.
the smallest of the least.
of your fate I'll always wonder,
when ever I look east.
your family awaits you hungrily.
they long to hear your tales.
remember me to them.
when south winds fill your sails.
the time has come for you to go.
I hate to see you leave.
ten thousand leagues by sunrise.
and light years by the eve.
sven.
humming bird wintermoor columbus minnesota august 2013 iphone.
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