bicycle rides, quiet talks, letters and postcards, vintage tin cans, battered suitcases, grandma's stories, voices of mother nature all give me both the wander and travel lust.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
the more i think about it, the more i want to move out this very minute. everytime i close my eyes, i see a golden/brown, or near black cockroach with antennas. what a nightmare.
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