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I wake up to the last sunrise.
I wake up to the last sunrise.
The light is soft and warm.
The light is soft and warm.
I feel a quiet sadness.
I feel a quiet sadness.
This trip changed me.
This trip changed me.
I learned to be still.
I learned to be still.
Now I must go home.
Now I must go home.
But a part of me stays here.
But a part of me stays here.
I pack my bag slowly.
I pack my bag slowly.
Each item holds a memory.
Each item holds a memory.
I look out the window one last time.
I look out the window one last time.
The city looks quiet and small.
The city looks quiet and small.
I smile and say goodbye.
I smile and say goodbye.
The Last Morning of the Trip
by @chloestories