Travel

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And in that moment she started tucking money
In jars containing wishes she made as a child
So that one day,
She could skip through streets of foreign lands
Swoon in ecstasy at the sight of food
Get drunk on the smell of something new
These feet were meant to wear
Under all that the world had to offer

She wanted to bathe in Cleopatra’s sins,
Mount Napoleon’s horse,
See Shakespeare in action,
And sway to Tchaikovsky

Because 80 days were clearly not adequate
When it came to truly seeing the world.

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