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  • Journalesque | Sand
    The sound of sand shuffling while the sun beat down on us was all that could be heard. Some murmurs overlapped, of people talking, but mostly, it was quiet.


  • Journalesque | This is Thailand
    I could write about the tan line on my left wrist, of the shadow of my silver and turquoise watch now imprinted on my skin.


  • Articles | Dry Weather
    Soaking up the colors, sounds, scents and tastes: sand, darkness, whitewash, prayer call, mangoes...


  • Journalesque | From Paris to the Farm and Back
    Paris is the antithesis of this farm, a thesis of harshness and congestion that is impossible to take lightly...


  • Articles | Rewire My Soul
    A quest for the ultimate experience of zen


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