by Rhett Dashwood
The warm of traveling alone
I love the speed of the train which neither too fast nor too slow, from this speed, see through the windows of the train, the scenery of white clouds, blue sky and the fabulous sunshine is so warm. I think I have never found a place that I feel I’m belong to, maybe this illusion is where I belong. photo taken by Skydrawer
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is...– Oscar Wilde
Killing all the files by Mogwai.
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