A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

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To travel without hurry

And to value the process

As much as the destination –

The ride

As valuable as the place.

This is a rare method

That I find available

Only with

The luxuriously slow nostalgia

Of trains.

Maybe ships.

But who wants to cram in a plane,

When they can wander cars,

Breathe fresh air,

And experience the adventure rather than just anticipate it?

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