Bon Voyage

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OK, here we go. Another adventure, another destination. Here are the stars that will guide you. Your destination remains nebulous. Your vessel is unknown, probably not crafted. Is this another burden to carry or a tool to help me reach my way? Is this an idea or just wind in the trees? Time will tell. I hope I make it. OK, here we go.

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