Road on a December afternoon.

December 12th, 2013, 7am

I wonder how one can be so filled with the beauty of places, and feel just as alone, walking up these roads. Heading home to tea and soup, plastic bag with carton of eggs and sack of sugar clutched in my cold hand. Exalted with the strangeness of this land. There are mountains and the sea like my tierra, but it feels ancient, mystical, and vivid in a completely different way.

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Isabelle Luna

I dance between residing and travelling, while writing, photographing, singing, playing, working.

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