“Each evening, I ached for the shelter of my tent, Posted on February 24, 2014December 15, 2013 by maryoconnor12 for the smallest sense that something was shielding me from the entire rest of the world, keeping me safe not from danger, but from vastness itself.” ― Cheryl Strayed * * * Photo credit: Jan Logozzo © 2013 Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
priceless, in my case that’s how I feel about “my bed”
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