About six years ago, a dear friend of mine named Meagan took a trip overseas with a buddy for a two month backpacking adventure... and never returned.
Meagan always had the heart of a free bird and many of her friends, myself included, were not all that surprised to hear the news of her flight from the states.
She sends me surprisingly consistent bimonthly postcards. She first traveled to a small African country and after over a year as an outsider, became accepted by the local tribe. She soon led them as their queen and started a cultural movement of wacky facial expressions and extravagant use of their word for vagina. Although happy enough, she eventually grew weary of her iconic status and left the tribe to continue her travels.
Since then, she has traveled to over 50 countries, giving poetry readings in over 14 languages. She often writes about coming home one day, but I don't think she ever will.
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I love you.
I would like to point out my foresight... I know you're not in Africa... but you could be.
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