A new poem, written in Whistler, British Columbia, on this campervaning adventure just couple of days ago

Our little campervan home for the week, overlooking a lake at sunrise

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Winding through mountains

foreign, comforted by familiar
colors

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Passing by waterfalls east
with ocean vistas westerly
trailing

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Smells a little bit like home
but digests in abrasive new
ways

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Pinecones here look bigger
evergreens brush in softer
textures

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Sun sets faster, covered by
giant’s towering geological
textures

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No hurry from me to refind
cityscapes of Vancouver’s
distractions
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No time here: laying down in
the van’s back-end, listening to
friends

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Laughter fills our souls full
until overflowing from our
mouths

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This week we will share all
closely – the withins and the
withouts