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Fresh off the boat, undecided and a little lonely, I make my first trek through Europe.

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No power not so bad with you moon:)
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Shack-rala upgrades:)
I think I’m addicted. Always better with a band!
@had.ar ...your fairy gifts just turned my night magical.
Carambola:)
“I started to see then that there are two worlds. There is the world in there. Virtual images and momentary bursts of validation. A very mental world, where the fulfillment is chemicals bouncing from your eyes to your brain, sometimes flooding your body. Like a fantasy, like a dream, very much contained up there, in there.
Morning meditation with Minnie🥰
“Just because slowing down is an often inevitable part of life, does not mean that the travel was ever anything bad. That is something I had to learn. “Settling” is a curse word for many nomads, who strive to keep the fire burning forever, who condemn those who surrender to stillness.
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