I'm a little upset. After walking/touring a city/small town for so many weekends, a good part of it is left unventured. I haven't been up North yet, didn't plan to go there this time. The memory stays right?
Until I've worn out the soles of my shoes, until I can walk no more, 'til i speak no more, until I've reached the limit of my capabilities, if not, I will not rest. I will see the parts of the world that I haven't been, to take a photo and capture them in memory.
This is probably the life I want. To work my fingers to the bone just to travel. After all, without the price, reward probably becomes worthless.
I think I've found what I've been looking for.
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