Edge of the World
Standing on the edge. Sometimes being alone is a matter of feet and not miles or countries. This was one of those times.
The amused musings of a wandering student (when on the move), and a journal of curios and odd thoughts in the absence of travel.
Standing on the edge. Sometimes being alone is a matter of feet and not miles or countries. This was one of those times.
Posted by The Navigator at 11:57
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