I'm embarking on a journey, I needn't pack any luggage
I won't need a compass, or map, nor plat abstract
I haven't booked a seat, made reservations, nor planned an itinerary
I have no passport, travel voucher or tickets
But I know I'll be soon leaving,
So hug me goodbye and wish me God's speed
For I'm about to travel to a place
Only angels have ever seen
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Whispers and Echoes - Issue 1
RandomWhispers and Echoes is an online journal of short writing and poetry, featuring the work of five talented writers. Issue 1 - Spring 2017