A sunset to come beckons me to scoot down a barely paved road and cross a river with only a local name. Riding many a kilometer along a dirt road as rare villages and fields and cows look the same. As sunset comes, black top is found again and the spell is broken. Another sunset will come and beckon me again.
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This post, A sunset to come beckons was added to Poetry,Travel on March 8, 2010.
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