The scent of sun in my room makes me feel adventurous.
In my mind I become an explorer, an artist.
A spontaneous soul who goes where ever she wishes to go.
To the streets of Paris, the depths of the Amazon, highlands of Scotland... everywhere.
But then I remember, I am not an explorer or a spontaneous soul.
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How beautifully you've expressed this. I have had so many moments like this. <3
Dearest E, I have been a terrible friend. I haven't visited your beautiful blog for such a long time. But I went back just now and read every single post, for your words and your thoughts are far too precious for me to lose. I believe you are an explorer at heart. And I believe in you. All my love and warmest wishes, xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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