When the sun stings the somber eye and the curtains fade to endless sky, I can only hope for passion in this life. Without passion there is only greed. The palpable spirit, so free, so wild, should never be tamed, but in brevity, meandering the sinuous path unknown to even he. For he himself seeks life of a thousand unknowns, garnering each jagged piece to the puzzle of creativity with the eye of a new sun. For the price of youth is insurmountable to even the most precious stone.

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Brian Cray is not a cyclist. He’s not a hitchhiker. He’s not a train hopper or an adrenaline junkie. He’s just an ordinary man with gypsy blood in his veins, who can’t seem to settle down. Nothing defines him. He goes wherever this world takes him on this journey we call life, roaming the world, at will, by any means. He aspires for a life of indefinite travel, a tiny home in the woods for him and his wife, and any work that keeps him wanderin’. Brian Cray is a travel writer at heart, sharing his stories with the world one keystroke at a time.

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