A year ago I learned more about myself than I thought I could.A year ago I was traveling the world, soaking in as many sights, sounds, smells and tastes that my body only remembers as a soft shadow of its past.
I wish I could shed the layers that time has blown over my skin so that once again I could relive the feel of the black sand under my toes on the beaches in Santorini, the cold snow falling on my face on the peaks of Mount Olympus, the smell of meat cooking on a spit just steps from my apartment, the slow hum of voices surrounding me, so musical in its foreign-ness and yet so comforting all the same.
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