Too many hours,
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alasanonon a plane on a train but never-no-never in an automobile.
My time in another country kept my mind still for a while, kept my feet working so hard that my thoughts had no place to go. I walked the exhaustion road and counted my coins carefully, praying that they would last just a few more moments; just long enough to pay the tolls. The border guards were strict and cautious, examining every piece of my luggage for contraband items--weapons, drugs, secret government circuitry--but I made it through with a minimum of disruption, and they only asked one telling question, though I was able to answer truthfully in the negative and walked through security with my items intact.
Later, I looked back on the process with a smile. They'd had no clue; I'd been lucky.
My time in another country kept my mind still for a while, kept my feet working so hard that my thoughts had no place to go. I walked the exhaustion road and counted my coins carefully, praying that they would last just a few more moments; just long enough to pay the tolls. The border guards were strict and cautious, examining every piece of my luggage for contraband items--weapons, drugs, secret government circuitry--but I made it through with a minimum of disruption, and they only asked one telling question, though I was able to answer truthfully in the negative and walked through security with my items intact.
Later, I looked back on the process with a smile. They'd had no clue; I'd been lucky.
