7.7.21 // croatian breeze

Let’s explore new places together.
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Places where the lines of olive trees billow in the hot Croatian breeze. The breeze that dances down from the granite-capped mountains edging into the humid hills with a crisp chill.
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The trees glittering a dusty silver in the low afternoon sun, as if they are coated in the opulence of an old tapestry spun.
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The hills of trees will transport us to an existence without time. No past no future, no present, just sublime.
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We will simply be, in a void of space, a heavenly place, gone with no trace.
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Respite from the clutches of finite humanity, existence boiled down to you and me and our sanity. ​