Grateful

For the days I’ve spent travelling. For the years I’ve been learning. For the trees that are bigger than me. For Brazil. For South America. For the 16-year old horse breaker we drove to Bonito in Mato Grosso do Sul. Who talked to me about horses, donkeys and mules. For adventure. For hearing the crickets again. For fields. For leaves on the tree. For red soil. For travellers that trust. For life. For friends back home that remembers me although I am away for the most time. For my heart that speaks the truth when I’ve stopped listening.

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