said a round of hard goodbyes
to friends with horizons in their eyes
...spend enough time in a convent with your peers & strange bonds form...
...in this place of boundless memory the ghosts of the departed stay warm...
...we've left pieces of ourselves here...
& suddenly the cast of characters disappears
& i'm the only one still staring at this Salvador skyline,
sipping on Bahian wine,
spooning up steaming bowls of red fish stew
canvassing the divas on every corner crooning seductive brasileiro blues...
...and so this journey through Brazil continues...
...solo...
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