Digital Wanderer

We live as long as we fly

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Crimea — 15, Inkerman Monastery

 2012-01-19

On the morning of the next, final day, we woke up to rain and wind. I hadn't gotten enough sleep, and the right side of my face was going increasingly numb. The clouds gradually cleared up, but I was feeling worse and worse: I couldn't open my eyes, I wanted to sleep terribly, everything around was too bright and pressed on my brain, my eyes were watering, and my head was trying to start aching (it almost never aches for me).

View through a clear film covered in raindrops of a blurry silhouette of a person in a blue jacket, standing outside next to a red tent against a backdrop of green trees.

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