When pilgrimage is my home.
When my ankles are cold and weak.
When the bottoms of my boots are cracked.
When my calves are bruised.
When my outfit is alternated by a different jacket.
When bars nuts and fruit are my stomach's closest friends.
When my eyes find no rest.
When I wander more than I hold still.
How my heart melts when I travel.
How I find refuge in my pilgrimage.
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