Where the day slows down

Ten years from now, or twenty...

Or even thirty years down the line...

These journeys will become memories; perhaps by then, we might even forget these days we spent together?

But who knows? Fifty years later, on a sun-drenched afternoon, as old photographs rest in trembling hands, memories might suddenly come flooding back. We will recall that first moment of awe before the vast sea and sky, the thrill of seeing snow blanket the landscape, the journeys themselves, and—above all—the people and the radiant smiles of our youth!

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