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Shut not open 

Home not gone

I begin

Up hills

Becoming mountains

Of loneliness 

Turned to contemplation,

Prayer

Talked to myself

Answered

Sang half songs

I remembered

Hummed the rest

Nights came

Cooked one pot meals

Ate lots of pasta

Baked cinnamon apples

Slept exhausted

From nothing

I am on trail 

On trial, 

Sentenced to learn

I stop at my own altar 

Hear my own confession

My penance 

To experience

Loneliness, 

Compassion

Empathy

Of others.

Say buen Camino to my contact list

Of home pilgrims

Send photos of flowers and trees

In my garden

Let people know

I am OK. 

I am on my Camino.

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