Time to say good-bye, friend.
You went with me to innumerable festivals, and to Ethiopia, to Mexico, to Caucasus Georgia, to Dubai, to Istanbul, to Armenia, to New Mexico, and finally, to Louisiana.
We were such a perfect fit. I liked resting my hand on your shoulder, and to have your arm draped across mine. You protected my valuables. You carried my books. My water. My camera. You never complained.
Who could have predicted all of the adventures we'd share when we first met at that second-hand store?
I'll never forget you.
Yes, even though I must replace you, know that you will always be my true love.
Goodbye, bag.
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