The winds of change have been blowing. And my time in this phase of my journey is almost gone. With it, everything I have come to see, to feel, to touch in the past year will be but a distant memory. Some of these memories deserve to be buried with the flowing sands of time. But some, I will keep close to my heart, to be cherished together with the passing of the seasons.
Soon, the winds of change will blow me on a journey towards a new unknown. Like a gentle breeze, it caresses me towards a new direction. Yet, this gentle cocooning wind is but a taste of a storm that is brewing. A storm full of promises, uncertainty and unspoken sacrifices.
Amat victoria curam.
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