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Written half in Prague and half in London and wholly from my heart.
There’s nothing like a long train journey for an epiphany or two; to remind you of who you are and where you are and where you’re going. In transit is sometimes the best place to find yourself.
Adventure is calling and it always sounds like the mountains for some reason. I can’t wait for the next great escape.
Written somewhere on a bus in the middle of Laos and I remember the moment of writing it as much as the summer of dreams and dungarees.