Press play first. And repeat. I tend to leave little pieces of my heart wherever I wander. On the last destination of the journey through my homeland, I find that it has always been here to begin with. Over a … Continue reading
There are people you cross paths with in your travels who float right past you, leaving you as you were, unaffected. Then there are those who seem to come at the perfect time, in the perfect place, as if the … Continue reading
As the plane began its descent I looked through the window at the tiny shimmering vessels that pulsated through the heart of the city where mine beated for the first time. Before I could decipher which emotion I am feeling tears … Continue reading
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