The inexhaustible endeavor for long-lasting company slips through the fingers like a grasp at the wind. Moments of belonging and comfort turn to emaciating lonesomeness times on end. Bags packed--lighter this time, but pressing forward once more, the search persists. Like a vagrant, there is no settlement, even if desired. Somewhere, something coaxes the disheartening odyssey onward. An anchor holds somewhere in the unseen distance. It's like a reeling spool tethered to this longing heart. That glimmering tug of hope keeps the pursuit alive. One day the journey will end and then: beginning...
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