This is a photo of the little wooden wanderlust camel who sits on my windowsill pondering life.
Sometimes, I accidentally knock him over and he almost falls out of the window and then I pick him up again; and when this happens, I usually think about the possibility that on a future day, when I knock him over and he actually falls out of the window, that maybe this will be a sign it’s time to start roaming again.
Probably not though.
In my experience, and even with the most seemingly insignificant future comings, life rarely unfolds the way we anticipate or hope for; and this iffiness is rivetting.
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