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Never ending travels across the time,
Enchanted and marvelous spaces open up in front of you. Traveling is like dreaming. I found myself in a different landscape, listening to special stories told by new voices in another language, smelling the new sweet fragrance of my freedom. When I travel I always make a diary of what I feel with sketches of what catches my mind's eye. Here are some drawings from one of my favourite travel journals: it's the story of my first travel to Lyndon station, an incredible place in the middle of the Australian desert. |
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