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the stars like dust

the sky was on fire tonight. on the way back home at ten-thirty, in a cab hurtling down the highway, i glimpsed a bright orange ball of light on my left, past the university. as we got closer the it got brighter, illuminating tendrils of smoke that wafted lazily into the night air, unfurling slowly like a deadly flower. oddly enough, i thought of bali then, and how once we spent half the night at a bar built right up against the shoreline. we sat on plump cushions, sipped our gin & tonics and listened to the waves come in, sleepy lounge music lulling us into quietness. spoke of whether we were ocean, mountain or city people. felt the pull of the tide, as strong as gravity, and i couldn’t help but float down to the wet sand, walk in the waves, watch my feet sink into the darkness of the ocean. months later, and i still dream of that night. how sweet the alcohol tasted on my tongue. the salty night breeze, sweeping in from the open bay. the sky, littered with stars. in that moment, we were infinite.

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After hours at the British Museum, when the people have gone and all that’s left is silence and pigeons. 
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After hours at the British Museum, when the people have gone and all that’s left is silence and pigeons.
#britishmuseum #london #england #museums #latergram #silenceandpigeons #travel #wanderlust #leftmyheart

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We were driving down one of those tiny country lanes in the Cotswolds when we chanced upon a farm lane that opened up to rolling hills, blue skies, and sheep grazing quietly in the fields. It was like something out of one of those Famous Five stories I used to read all the time when I was young - pure, unadulterated English countryside. 
#latergram #england #cotswolds #countrylanes #travel #travelstories #wanderlust

We were driving down one of those tiny country lanes in the Cotswolds when we chanced upon a farm lane that opened up to rolling hills, blue skies, and sheep grazing quietly in the fields. It was like something out of one of those Famous Five stories I used to read all the time when I was young - pure, unadulterated English countryside.
#latergram #england #cotswolds #countrylanes #travel #travelstories #wanderlust

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This is my love note to London. On my last day, we walked along the river to Potters Field Park at Tower Bridge, where we laid down in the shade and listened to Phil read us a chapter from Harry Potter, and doing brilliant impressions of all the characters. If I knew anything of love, it was this: the heat of the summer sun bearing down as we snuggled into each other’s sides, Phil’s voice lulling us into a sleepy mess; grass stains and dirt on the back of our knees.

This is my love note to London. On my last day, we walked along the river to Potters Field Park at Tower Bridge, where we laid down in the shade and listened to Phil read us a chapter from Harry Potter, and doing brilliant impressions of all the characters. If I knew anything of love, it was this: the heat of the summer sun bearing down as we snuggled into each other’s sides, Phil’s voice lulling us into a sleepy mess; grass stains and dirt on the back of our knees.

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Crossing the bridge which connects to the Marienberg fortress. The bridge was busy with tourists and cyclists today, with locals standing around wooden bar tables outside the pubs, having a pint with their lunch and people watching.

Crossing the bridge which connects to the Marienberg fortress. The bridge was busy with tourists and cyclists today, with locals standing around wooden bar tables outside the pubs, having a pint with their lunch and people watching.

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More scenes from Gloucester Cathedral - or rather, more scenes from Harry Potter. We spent a ridiculously long time wandering the hallways and exploring every nook and cranny we could find.

More scenes from Gloucester Cathedral - or rather, more scenes from Harry Potter. We spent a ridiculously long time wandering the hallways and exploring every nook and cranny we could find.

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We drove deep into the countryside, where the trees curved into the narrow lane and pockets of sunlight filtered through, hunting for the turnoff to the lavender and strawberry farms. It was so quiet and peaceful. I think it was then that we all fell in love with the Cotswolds, slowly, indelibly.

We drove deep into the countryside, where the trees curved into the narrow lane and pockets of sunlight filtered through, hunting for the turnoff to the lavender and strawberry farms. It was so quiet and peaceful. I think it was then that we all fell in love with the Cotswolds, slowly, indelibly.

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We did a daytrip and drove up to the Cotswolds, and reached Bourton-on-the-Water in that golden hour just before sunset. The place was filled with so much light reflecting off the waters, kids playing in the shallow river, while people sat on the stone banks eating ice creams. We had spent the whole day driving and county hoping, and this was like something out of a fairy tale. England continues to surprise and move me. ❤️

We did a daytrip and drove up to the Cotswolds, and reached Bourton-on-the-Water in that golden hour just before sunset. The place was filled with so much light reflecting off the waters, kids playing in the shallow river, while people sat on the stone banks eating ice creams. We had spent the whole day driving and county hoping, and this was like something out of a fairy tale. England continues to surprise and move me. ❤️