Dear Jane,
Wind Rivers Fifty mile roam June 2012 |
"There's a place I travel
when I want to roam, and
nobody knows it but me.
The roads don't go there
and the signs stay home,
and nobody knows it but me.
It's far, far away and
way, way afar, It's over
the moon and the sea
and wherever you're going
that's wherever you are.
And nobody knows it but
me."
-The long and winding road,
-Sara
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