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Day Three Hundred Sixty Six.

Lusting after foreign lands
Cobble stone streets 
Magical moonlit nights 
Craving an escape 
A never-ending search
For paradise 
Always looking for 
Something just out of reach
Something more 
Dreaming of a quaint corner
To call my own 
To capture a pocket of serenity
Between ready pages 
Breaking free of
Routine 
And carving a new path
Hand in hand
With you