
Sands of time
Even with the mellower late afternoon sun no longer beating down and bleaching my skin with its blistering kiss, still, it was Sahara enough.
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Even with the mellower late afternoon sun no longer beating down and bleaching my skin with its blistering kiss, still, it was Sahara enough.
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‘I sat on the railings and scanned the horizon, my legs dangling over the light-emerald sea. The island of Negros lay to the west, punctuated by the definite…
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Mosaic artist of The Mighty Bhutens. Playful vinyl DJ. Naturally sartorial.
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The gritty persistence of rock climbing in stark distinction to the undisturbed tropical life and graceful underwater pursuits, was appealing for its…
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Langun-Gobingob cave was the name of this spot of bleakness, more prominent for lacking brightness — a decidedly uninviting quality.
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