More arms began to cram their way out through the toga’s armholes, and from beneath its short hem, as well, only they were not arms, not arms at all, and he screamed, he screamed, he screamed; it was oblivion he was screaming for, oblivion and an end to knowing and seeing, but oblivion would not come.
Lost, at last.
Exploring the wilds of North America
Lover of the Wild
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One woman's travel planning obsession.
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV
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An entry for each day I am away from home.
"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged cupid painted blind." -William Shakespeare
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ioana's travels
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