January 30th, 2015, 2pm

It was -7.5°C. The breeze was gentle.

With each step, And each breath, Through forests, Or seas, We reach and grab, Pieces of in-betweens.

We collect souvenirs, With shutters, Or capture moments, with laughter, Eyes wide, We trace the world.

These fleeting happenings, recorded on our skins, On our souls- And hearts, Hitchhike on our daydreams, and color our memories.

David Wade, Christine and Sanna said thanks.

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Viktoriya Mykhaylenko

An aspiring photographer, armed with a camera, a notebook, a pen, and her own two feet.

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