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After a summer break which felt like an eternity, the time to go back home snuck up on us. I don’t know why I was feeling reluctant to leave. I actually like Motela, but I had a life back home I wanted to get back to. But Dad came up with the prospect of us staying with him there for good instead.I couldn’t give him a straight up answer at that moment. But it didn’t sound like a terrible idea either. I still wanted to at least go back home and see if the spark was even still there.
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3. Packed all my bags and got ready for the trip back home. I took my time packing. I really wasn’t trying to leave Dad’s crib. Motela really had a lot of potential. I had met a few kids at the park. We immediately clicked and became friends. The hospitality that everyone in the town shows was really like the icing on the cake. Maybe this place was my final calling. What if back home wasn’t meant for me. I think I’ve picked up Dad’s nomadic ways. I finish packing and put my stuff in the car. Let’s hit the road.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
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