After weeks on the road
Fighting and arguing
With my siblings and parents
Making pit-stops
Only so that we don't forget
How to walk
And strange beds
In strange hotels
In strange cities
I find myself here
In a small house
In a small town
At five in the morning
Disheveled and
Sleep deprived
I shuffle into the kitchen
Bundled up in a sweater
Against the cold
Wet
Summer
Morning
Somehow
It is all worth it
To see the whales
Swim in the harbour














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