I imagined my self on a white sand by the steady sea.
Alone…Nobody's round
I was lost, with my only back pack.
No maps, no money….No friends…
Only the sounds of waves…Think I really lost in sound…But I like it though…
Because I just see what I see. Not what I want to see
That's the beauty of travel....esthetic of lostness.....
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