Walking away from something...
Last week I had a long day. The night had been cold and wet.
I mean it is the UK what else did I expect
But it was time to move on.
I picked up my stuff and the tent.
Looked back at the graveyard,
took a quick photo.
It was hard to see because of my tremors.
But I walked away, thinking...
I will never come back.
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