Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comforts of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things. – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky. – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
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