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Phuket

It is upon us
The dawn of a new journey
Roads untravelled, unmapped
Only memory to dictate the experience
And a bulletpoint pen
Cursive and hurried
Jotting the sights, sounds, textures
and flavours of things to come
And dreams realised
Suddenly I am aware
Your hand in mine
We walk at a pace
To remember this time.

Jesse Brjoz.