It's one of the great ironies of travel: you meet someone on a journey, come to know them in just a few hours, then never see them again. You promise to keep in touch, but it seldom happens. When you return home, your own life takes over, and so does theirs....marzo'07 Monte Verde
1 comment:
That's really true.
Yet, maybe, sometimes those people we met still think about us even after their life took over.
And you can do the first step, and look for them, so one day you can meet again.
Andrea.
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