You have come by a long, hard road only to be lit up by this fire.Anna Akhmatova
An artist expresses his sense of loss through his creative output. A nomad searches for home by wandering the deserts of life. I was once an artist, now a nomad. And I haven't found what I am looking for.
Michael Mata
2 comments:
more pictures! who did you fly with by the way?
I flew solo dear. Some petulant lady was sitting next to me. She squirmed everytime I had to squeeze past her to go to the bathroom.
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