Every mountain I climb ...
Every desert I traverse ...
Every ocean I sail ...
Every relic I kiss ...
Every prayer I utter ...
I find that I lose a piece of myself
and yet
I gain a piece of myself.
Going home again doesn't feel the same
More and more it looks less and less
Like the familiar past
But a future known only by the trail of
My own footprints in the sand.
A personal photo in the Sinai.
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