Every exit is an entry somewhere else. Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things - air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky-----to lose sight of shore, will bring out the real you
2 Comments:
very nice one!!!
hey lovely pic! and those r cherry blossoms right??? wud luv to travel north sometime!
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