Well, a little back story helped with the interpretation. I have felt similar things, although the distance was expanses of land that were just as scorching. Despite that, the original destination was what burned my soul. I don't there anymore, but I am in the same state. Like an oasis in the middle of a desert. The struggle between wanting to roam and needing an anchor. Such is the life of a couple Steemit pirates eh? Forgive my weird response, I think I may need sleep quite desperately.
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No you need to make a blog out of the comments u gave to me ...i love ur writing i wish i could express so much in words...and go sleep....i will post next painting at 8'o'clock...and for sure i am going read ur blogs..
Expressive exchange perhaps. :) Either way, thank you for calling to my wordsmith side.