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travel desires, a surprise when it's not innate, when such a thing only exists in others, or doesn't exist in others, that crazy thought of the nonsimilarity of souls, of universal likes and dislikes, that maybe, just maybe, someone on this earth, someone on this planet, might not share in the same joys and pleasures, but what does that say underneath, what meaning lies behind the excuse? a desire of non travel, a fear of the unknown, a comfort blanket to heavy to remove, unable to see things such as historical beauty, of the strength and weight of years of existance, a skill of being awestruck, of differences, uniquenesses, of things only seen in one place at some time, that pictures do no justice, of discovery, leading onward and upward, of exploring and experiencing
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