travel diaries / firenze _ interior world
i loved books; i read my childhood away. i was more interested in my interior world. never let go of that fiery sadness called desire. — patti smith
travel diaries / bjärehalvön _ horizon
the horizon moves shifts changes in slow motion. i can feel every meter. the weight of my backpack. wind sun sweat cold rain brushing through my hair. the endless steps a meditation. silence. darkness. a fire burning.
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