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A blog about travel, places I love, places I've lived, and strange customs that keep us occupied the world over.
Featured so far: Tokyo, London, Berlin...
And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean, and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man,
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.
William Wordsworth, “LINES WRITTEN A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY, ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR, JULY 13, 1798”, from Lyrical Ballads
A few snaps from my journey through the Wye Valley last week, and the haunting ruins of Tintern Abbey, enveloped in mist and rain.
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