ruthz

By ruthz

transitions

leaving yesterdays behind, tomorrows somewhere out there in the fog, everything seems to be moving, not belonging anywhere, just passing through, without knowing where all this will end, except the unevitable. First thing I saw on my arrival at Heathrow airport was the title GIRL GONE in a book shop.

Mingling with life and enjoying my caffe latte, watching the screen with the annoncements of the gates, wondering if the flight from London to Hong Kong goes right or left on the map. Or maybe up? ;)

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