Another place

When I get sick of being home.

Because it’s just so boring.

There are places I like to go.

Some are close.

Some are far.

Some are fiction.

Some are real.

Some are beautiful.

Some aren’t.

Some are happy.

Some are sad.

Some are all of the above.

And, some can’t help but be my favorite.


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