Adventure and spirit seem to hang in the air, and I feel pulled to India to follow a question that’s been with me for years: who am I, really?
I picture myself at the southernmost edge, where three seas meet, just standing there for a while. Letting the wind, the salt, the horizon remind me how big the world is, and how small I am in it.
I’m drawn to the quieter places too, where the roads start to disappear and things slow down. It feels like that’s where the answers might be, or at least where I can hear myself think.
And it doesn’t stop there. Nepal, Tibet, Sri Lanka. Different landscapes, same pull to keep going, to keep learning, to figure things out as I go.
Capucine ♡
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