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The nomadic life never died, just evolved to fit the circumstances. There are still train hoppers criss crossing the western American deserts. There are still rainbow gatherings in the secret gardens whose locations are whispered over campfires. There are still those whose feet were made to walk. There are still cheap cars, vans and buses. No amount of affordable and comfy living will ever cage a few birds. They will still busk They will still cross your country line They will still stay obvious to your tax rate They will still rent their own beating hearts In rain, in shine, without a dime. The soul was made to travel.

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