I mused during my morning commute, as I people watched, the lost art of conversation. Most of them either had headphones in, eyes glazed over listening intently to music/ podcasts or there were some without headphones mindlessly scrolling through their phones. I mentally match-made young couples from what info I could easily gather using only…
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Yesterday, I chatted to a woman, who showed me photos of her travels to Morroco. Ornate archways that lure you through them to romantic dreamscapes, vibrant tiles on crooked walls, mismatched patterned textiles that somehow work perfectly together – quaint cobbled roads, foreign and unknown, yet hauntingly familiar. I asked her how long ago she…
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Bibbulman, musings at 200kms..
As I walk, everything passes me by. The ever-changing bushland, wildflowers, bird life, huts. Sometimes just a blur of green, browns and greys in my peripherals. Time seems to stand still as I stop to bend down and look closely at a single tiny flower. A butterfly flight pattern can affect my own internal rhythm.…
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