Travel is the way to move, to go, to not lie stagnant and build up barnacle growth. You have to tell yourself, it’s as easy as putting on shoes and allowing them to do the walking. Ask a stranger for a map too, that’s the legend key. Collect sand and tree bark from all locales so that when you return home, there’s materials to begin a collage or a city mural. Always be sure to smile and sprint a checkered mile, because those are two things we simply cannot travel without.

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