The wisest of us use to say life is a matter of perspective and the older I get, the more that statement makes sense. Yet...even I have limits...and I refuse to think that a table could be classified as chair.
What could you say about a nomad?
Not much, really...no future, no past...just the desert, and whatever there is behind the next dune. And maybe...just maybe...out there there's a nomad in search of a companion.
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