Rain clouds

Oh Jane, where are you????
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
1 Comments:
ha ha hahaha!
very nice pic, by the ways! :)
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