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Skin less |
Sorry poster |
Bushido |
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Duty |
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tang horse |
the two beast of burden |
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| my sister of war |
indian cow |
drunken dog |
the elusive camel |
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Travel is a form of suspension, and an excuse for restlessness. You never travel to a place as much as you travel towards yourself.
In many ways, travel is life’s drawing. It’s a meditative process which disregards the outcome in order to be in what is now, and what is unexpected.
Everything becomes material - from strangers’ daily lives to the discarded match- boxes and cigarette wrappers found on foreign streets. Nothing can be bought, and all is found. |
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| Venice |
London |
Madrid |
Middelburg |
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Stockholm |
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| malaga |
florence |
ronda |
malaga |
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| london |
new york |
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