No time to linger, the rediscovery of extant humanoids must be initiated, and food and water soon be found, somewhere hidden within the land.
A companion, a heartfelt traveller industriously seeking agile flight, harmoniously held in sympathetic wonder as the lonely hours pass by.
An oasis, lands evergreen with delicious water vast and abundant, enough to last for weeks on end should he suddenly decide to stay.
The robot waits, guarding the entranceway with unwavering tactile vigilance, solemnly awaiting the spry exploratory nimble active lad's return.
Unsuspecting, he's found a dirt bike that can fly across the land, at undetermined exhaustive speeds he freely soars distinct inquisitive.
Nature's beauty, aesthetic congress, reflecting innocent candid images, the hallowed symmetry down-to-earth with hints of timid celestial brevity.
Exploring within the dreamland invites infinite speculation.
Withdrawn camaraderie cyclist's haven.
Widely driven through the unconscious.
Journeys of self-discovery fluently envisioned with cascading sight, as authentically reliable as ye olde walkabout as often mentioned in Australian films.
Travel around, see what's out there, if you're interested enough you're bound to find something, it must be incredible in the European Union with all those countries to freely move to.
Canada and Québec aren't too shabby either there's no doubt a lot to humbly see, with natural wonders and urban charm that's socioculturally tough to beat.
Naturally, if you've no desire to travel the land local libraries and cinemas are there, to bring such experiences home with imaginative discourse chill laid bare.
But then you'd never see a CFL game in every CFL stadium (I still haven't done that)!
Looking forward to the playoffs.
Always fun.
And mesmerizing.
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