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Lit Up

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Forest Chaos

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I love the fact that sailing, although silent, still leaves a transitory mark on the surface. Nothing roughshod, like a motorboat would, just a slight upset of the wave pattern.

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Portugal.

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Reading the news this morning, I began thinking this might have been the feeling my grandparents had when they read about Czechoslovakia in the late thirties. The feeling of, 'It's all going to hell...'

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Part 2 of the 15th century church I stumbled across in northern Sweden. Because it has never been heated, the original colours have been preserved. Part 1 HERE

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Faithful companion.

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Where I swam, late night, magic light, better than where I am.

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Where I went fishing the other day.

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nothing will ever feel like this again

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heron

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Church Window

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15th century church I stumbled across in northern Sweden. Because it has never been heated, the original colours have been preserved. Part 2

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I want to go to there. (If you get the reference, congratulations).

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Walking in green

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Gone for a dip.

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Terceira, in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

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