Saying goodbye is always the hardest part in leaving somewhere. I know that it isn't a forever goodbye, but I never know when the ebb of my spirit will bring me back, or force me to find a way back.
There is always something so beautiful and sad about an end. Perhaps, because an end feels like a beginning. You can see how far you have come since that path began, and the tangible progress amazes you and inspires you to do something more.
The free spirit is calling...
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