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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. by Jess Gill | Israel
- 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. by Jess Gill | Thailand
- Articles | Dry Weather
Soaking up the colors, sounds, scents and tastes: sand, darkness, whitewash, prayer call, mangoes... by Leah McKellop | Ghana
- 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... by Clayton Violand | Paris, France; Maryland, United States
- Articles | Rewire My Soul
A quest for the ultimate experience of zen by Elaine Tassy | India
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