Chapter Six: European Influence

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Looking Forward

The window silently invites me,

To have a long peek to see

All of the clouds below us,

Passing by without a fuss.

The beauty soon surrounds me,

Since beauty is what it be.

The feeling of being close, but far,

Sets my mind a bit ajar.

As my thoughts stumble through me,

I think about what I might see.

Hoping that I don't miss out,

As we begin touring about.

The first step has been taken slow,

Even though there is more to go.

Soon we will arrive there,

Taking in unknown air.

Looking forward to what's ahead,

As to a short sleep, we are led.

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