My Island Paradise
May 4th 2015 Flying off to my old home city today. In the warmth of my island paradise, where the palm trees dance in the breeze, and the caravans drive past the airport, it struck me hard: I am an islander at heart.
No more for me, the big city life. No more the traffic noise outside my apartment window. No more neighbours shouting, playing drums, moving furniture at 3am.
Driving to the hotel in my form
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