oh the places you’ll go

vast open spaces and  skies on fire…

 

 

 

 

 

Laying in my swag on cold nights. I fall asleep watching the stars and hearing the howls of dingoes in the distance…

 

 

 

 

roads go on and on and on…

 

 

 

Planted in the landscape like brushstrokes in a painting…

 

 

 

 

walking with the ghosts of waterfalls and glaciers…

 

every part of my being yearns to be back there.

 

Here’s the story of the expedition….

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