Here is like there
and there is like here
but I'd rather be there.
What? Something that came to mind while I was kayaking. Each turn in the riverbend (I was singing Just Around The River Bend) was exactly the same as the last. Jon was loligaging behind me, catching crabs. I wanted to to go go go even though there was the same as here in the marsh.
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