The next day we go back to
Where we spent our last three days alone
I dissemble my circle of stones
Toss the sticks and stones to the wind
Leave the site as empty as I am
Old tired stories
Crumbled stone at my feet.
The Return
The next day we go back to
Where we spent our last three days alone
I dissemble my circle of stones
Toss the sticks and stones to the wind
Leave the site as empty as I am
Old tired stories
Crumbled stone at my feet.
Navigating Through Change 
I’m pretty late in entering a reply, since I read the poem when it first came out. Thank you for putting together the whole amazing experience in such few words. I loved reading the whole series of your exciting adventures, Peter!
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