Open-Air

To sleep under the open sky, to cowboy camp, to free camp. I don’t really know what it’s called, all I know is that it hits differently. Falling asleep to the crickets chirping while watching the infinite number of shiny dots. Waking up to the songs of birds, buzzes of bees, the smell of fresh air andContinue reading “Open-Air”

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