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Meanwhile in Brazil… Another moment of friendly traffic.
A Vision of Rio
Thank you, British person, for using your accent to the sounds of classical music to talk about us.
“La musique du ciel?” asks the little one.
Trying a new Vitosha takeoff with lots of deer and autumn colors on the way down.
Yassen, Veso, and some horses. NW Rila mountains, Bulgaria.
Sometimes I want to be a child again. That first me – mostly instinct, there to play and play, full of life and promise and that feeling it will never end, of immortality in hand, his little hand that’s not my hand, but I remember.
If not a child today, then we can try another way Continue reading
