" four more days "

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four more days, and many yet to go.

these are the last days for me, here, for now.

how long has it really been? what did i do here? what did i accomplish?

what will i do there, then?

and all the notions of shifts and change come over me all at once.

good-bye thailand. good-bye family. good-bye songkhla, the south, and all of the history there. good-bye second homeland. good-bye origins and veiled answers. good-bye immersion. good-bye humidity in that way that never is replaced. good-bye food and fruits. good-bye large blue skies; larger than anywhere else. good-bye everyone and everything.

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in each and every moment from the one previous, you have to decide whether you're going to get going or stay put. and if the moment before can be described as a little over two years, then it is the time for me to get going.

it's time to pick up the pace. time to speak, with action these compiled thoughts of artistry and reflection; to be these planned changes.

it's another step forward, and many to go.

wish me luck i my days to come.

tonight's homework:

write a letter to your friend. whichever one of your choosing. or it could even be a postcard. write to them how you feel about them. how you really feel.

if you were to never see them again. if you knew that they would never hear from you again, save this last communicated piece of writing. what would you say? do this, and be honest, and i promise you'll be closer to each other than you will ever imagine.

it is in these the small movements that we make the most deft impact.

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