Dusk. Moving Sillouettes on the other side of the glass. Inside the train it could be any world out there- any temperature, any climate. Any place with trees. Right now, it is the DOminican Republic, and I am headed for the beach. Then the song changes in my headphones and it is Canada, and I am headed home to you... Lights. Miles of endless city. Now I remember- I am headed to Busan. Beach. Romantic, despite the figid air. At least it is from this side of the glass...in my mind. I have let the trip to the Philippines sink in, and I can hardly wait. It is making me remember why I came on this trip- adventure. That is the true reason, the honest reason. I have nothing to prove, besides the daily battle I
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