Visa

Ah. 
Sticky sunny days travelling in tiny tin can vehicles, 
accompanied by chatty families offering up snacks and stories in foreign languages.

Unplanned journeys lead to getting lost at borders, 
and worn feet catching on grit and sand, 
and a sun with scorching hands beating down upon, 
bare shoulders.

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