There is a romance I have always found in my old, romanian village. A raw, sunburned beauty, with a ragged dress, stepping barefoot along with the polished shoes who visit her from the city.This girl that never wanted to grow up but stayed wild and free of any sign of progress.Bathing herself in wine and … Continue reading The land of the Mirabelle trees
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The Freedom to Be
What I am clumsily trying to paint here is the easiness we found in trading a meaningful, sunrise-watching, grass-scented life, for an automated lifestyle with perks like getting things done faster but not necessarily better.
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