I started dreaming of the place I would go next. I started seeing it once my eyes closed. There was rain and tall green trees and a smell I don’t have a word for yet. I started counting dollar bills and drawing maps. I started speaking new languages and reading books I haven’t read. All because I am going somewhere I don’t know yet.
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