After three weeks, here I am, still unable to cope with the daily grind. My head's still in Coron.
I won't say much, because words will never do justice to Coron. Even my photographs. It's meant to be savored. It's meant to be experienced.
It's that place.
That place where you get lost only to find yourself.
That place where you don't listen to songs; it's where you write them.
That place where anger doesn't exist, only love.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. (Vicki Corona)
Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe. (Anatole France)
I don't know when we'll be able to see you again. It may take weeks, months, or years. But, one thing is for sure...
We will.
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