One year of questioning leads to another, and another. My former plans for life are abandoned on transcontinental jet trails. I become a wanderer.
I have little sense of what I want except for the universe to tell me what I want. I no longer ask dad to show me the way since I envision his atoms fully dispersed and riding cosmic currents.…
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