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   Shackled to a heavy guidebook, carefully stepping into all those reiterated footprints, we often forget to look up. The destination becomes our makeshift destiny while everything that isn’t officially declared beautiful goes by unconsidered – right outside the bus window, behind that famous mountain, around every acclaimed corner. These nameless landscapes had my name on them the moment I stopped looking so hard.

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