Ghana
Ireland
France
India
Back to Harlem
I always have the itch to travel. If I could do one thing in my life, I think it would be to travel the world, taking pictures and writing. But more than usual, I feel this anchor pulling on my shoulders. It's keeping me grounded with it's back breaking weight, but my soul wants nothing more than to fly far away.
Today, I'm sorry to say, I'd rather be there than here.
Oh, the placed I'd go.
One day.
I hope.
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