It’s like waking from a dream. To have your travel eyes open. The picture is so large, the essence of self disperses into the differences around you. All things become tolerable. There is no ‘one right way’. Each culture, each movement, each moment becomes a series of events so pure, so interwoven that it becomes […]

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Don’t blame me for Falling in love with you I couldn’t tear myself away I didn’t want to let go I wanted to hold on Don’t blame a young heart It’s only the first time So don’t blame me I didn’t have time to learn Maybe if I’d met you later I wouldn’t have made […]

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