No farewell words

While I drove you to the airport I thought about goodbyes.  The oldest memory of seeing my brother off, in which I remembered the detail of the playground not the goodbye.  An earlier drive in which a car had tapped me, at a similar time of the morning.  Of the partying and the goodbyes I had made when leaving the other country for this one when I was young.  Of the loved ones I left behind.  But none of these were farewell words, so until next time: happy adventures and explores.

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