The plot does thicken to escape: Peru!
The blog, a beacon, leads and follows through.
With me or please ignore, do what you'll do.
I row a rhyming shining blind canoe.
My quest is to research eternity,
Cast spells upon myself and loves to be.
I am not here, nor there, nothing to see
Behind the sky sea curtain, thanks to Lee.
Alone aloft, TSA is my friend.
A single bag above, I rest, transcend,
Remove my shoes and let my legs extend,
And soon will be apart. My heart does mend.
I owe her such. She's never far from me
When on such distant peaks. That's where she'll be.
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