damadala,
What happens to nomads with bashed-up knees?
They simply become vagabonds. And vagabonds without culture become bums.
I refuse to be the latter and so sit humbly a vagabond - a tired traveler. Being as such, I found a nice park to settle down in and a beautiful bench to perch upon. I'm folding my papers (archiving previous posts) and settling down for a moment.
If I can rehab the knee, I'll be up running once again with a brand new page filled with fresh adventures. Until then, you may be able to occasionally find me in "Tippler Park".
If you see me, please feel free to stop by and say "hello."
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