And then…

…some pictures I took (and Instagrammed) during my trip to my village.

In the sea, and shells, and the gravel, you'll find Him. If not Him, you'll find patterns. And that's the same thing.
In the sea, and shells, and the gravel, you’ll find Him. If not Him, you’ll find patterns. And that’s the same thing.
All we ever wanted. A brown house, yellow flowers, and colorful dreams.
All we ever wanted. A brown house, yellow flowers, and colorful dreams.
Old dreams, like grains stored in a jar. I bring them out during winter.
Old dreams, like grains stored in a jar. I bring them out during winter.
Because we've been together since childhood; climbing those trees, and riding those cycles. So much so that even the sunshine knows where to find our traces.
Because we’ve been together since childhood; climbing those trees, and riding those cycles. So much so that even the sunshine knows where to find our traces.

 

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