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For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been curious. And thankfully, that has stayed with me to this day, and I plan on keeping that curiosity my whole life. Curiosity is one of the, if not the, foundation of human civilization. The first insight of curiosity must
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Our cloth's feathers fluttered in the wind as though it was a bird's fragile wings being freed from the fishing line that held them sewn together. The bird shouting freedom, freedom! with our every step, as it fluttered its wings free of that line; as we ran out of the
There it stood. With its arms reaching out to the sky, the heaven, above, and with people surrounding its shiny bark, hard as metal, firm as metal, unbreakable as if it was a samurai’s sword, forged from the hardest of ores. The tree’s foundation as that of glue
Photographs from this summer: Öland, Sverige. Summer of 2016, post 3 of 3. The Sun's and Winds' Island Where the winds are eternal, and the sun almost too. Where I spend my summer, since I was two years old.
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For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been curious. And thankfully, that has stayed with me to this day, and I plan on keeping that curiosity my whole life. Curiosity is one of the, if not the, foundation of human civilization. The first insight of curiosity must
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