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Summer 23
He did not think of himself as a tourist; he was a traveler.
The difference is partly one of time, he would explain.
Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home
at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler,
belonging no more to one place than to the next,
moves slowly, over periods of years,
from one part of the earth to another.
-The Sheltering Sky, Paul Bowles
