"So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves.
To hike out alone in the desert; to sleep on the valley floor on a night with no moon, in the pitch black, just listening to the boom of silence: you can't imagine what that's like.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
To hike out alone in the desert; to sleep on the valley floor on a night with no moon, in the pitch ...
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