" the curiousity which leads you "

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where you went to sleep doesn't have to dictate where you will wake up. ride the train into destinations unknown. cross borders and experience new realities.

there is little time to waste, and there's so much to see. be engaged, have an opinion, be flexible, be open to change, and follow your heart not your fears.

cross oceans if where you are is not enough. we could find ourselves in other lands, other cultures, other climes, surrounded by completely different people, languages, mannerisms, public transit systems, deletable foods, and beauties unmatched.

tonight's homeowrk:

explore beyond the periphery of your self-defined borders or limits; there are many colors yet to see.

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moments of pure exploration and the obliteration of comfort zones.

familiar strangers and the beauty of collaboration.

laughing in the silent spaces.

seeing new things, with new eyes.

playing, being playful, and the reward of mutual trust.

we find ourselves ever-present at the precipice of our own true selves. we’re peering just beyond the veil, and the threshold is so close we can feel our toes just skirting the borders.

all it takes is one encounter with fearlessness, and you will able to face everything.

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 you’re leaning on a back railing on your fire escape. your great friend and collaborator is giving you gilded daggers out from her eyes, and for some reason, that’s exactly what you were looking for. 
 the winds are soft and temperate, and it’s the first day of winter. your shot is made, and she climbs back through the kitchen window. and then you follow, daggers still intact. 
 everything is great, and saturday has begun to come together nicely. 
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you’re leaning on a back railing on your fire escape. your great friend and collaborator is giving you gilded daggers out from her eyes, and for some reason, that’s exactly what you were looking for.

the winds are soft and temperate, and it’s the first day of winter. your shot is made, and she climbs back through the kitchen window. and then you follow, daggers still intact.

everything is great, and saturday has begun to come together nicely.

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