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surrounded by books

surrounded by booksbelonging and longing withwonder filled moments Originally published on Instagram.

I travel to miss

I travel to misshome where my heart stops yearningto make me feel free Originally published on Instagram.

That’s how the light gets in

A long while ago I passed by a painted quote on a street in San Francisco that moved me. I took a second picture of it a few months later, without realising…

rolling luggage

the luggage travels place to place rolling over hills green with splendour

grey skies

sometimes great beauty exists amongst the grey skies inspiring awe

shadow

my shadow darkensceaselessly haunts in silenceas I awaken

swaying trees

the trees sway in sync the storm raging endlessly so what the wing sings