I bought a book to read on my holiday.
As usual, I picked it with great deliberation.
My yearly ritual, I placed it in my backpack, near the front, for easy accessibility, hoping to grab a leisurely chapter, here and there on my journey.
As usual, I picked it with great deliberation.
My yearly ritual, I placed it in my backpack, near the front, for easy accessibility, hoping to grab a leisurely chapter, here and there on my journey.
This year was a different kind of holiday.
Exploring roots.
My first trip abroad, England, Scotland, and Holland.
Two weeks of travel. ” Time for two books”, I muse.
Well, my holiday is over.
I have unpacked my clothes, gifts and memories.
The book returned unread.
I used it to press flowers from the place of my ancestors instead.
My first trip abroad, England, Scotland, and Holland.
Two weeks of travel. ” Time for two books”, I muse.
Well, my holiday is over.
I have unpacked my clothes, gifts and memories.
The book returned unread.
I used it to press flowers from the place of my ancestors instead.
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