songwriting on the go 2025-11-02T18:36:57Z

My fingers trembled against the phone screen as tropical raindrops blurred Bali's airport windows. Twenty-three months of backpacking through twelve countries - all ending tonight. Sarah's flight to Toronto left in three hours, mine to Berlin in five. We'd sworn not to cry at departure, but our swollen eyes betrayed us. That's when I remembered the notification blinking on my locked screen: "Your collage is ready".

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