half way round the world.
Not literally, but near enough.
"Inconceivable"
as they'd say in The Princess Bride.
I can never quite believe
that the rest of the world
goes on, carries on, without me.
Shouldn't Saskatoon
hibernate and hold it's breath
while I perambulate?
And do all those other places
really need to exist
outside of the guidebooks
when I'm at home?
It seems terribly wasteful,
in my self centered view.
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