reminiscence
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The Armchair Traveller
There’s a quiet kind of travel that doesn’t begin with a boarding pass. It starts with a book. A line in a film. A photograph pinned on someone else’s wall. You find yourself staring at a cobbled street in Prague or the curve of a balcony in Greece, and for a moment—only a moment—you are…
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Perceptions
I love surprises. small ones, big ones. they just make my day. When I was younger I used create these surprises for myself. I would never ask my mother what she had packed for lunch in school. the moment when I opened my lunch box was my own, filled with anticipation and excitement. My own…
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