Waldenponding [481]
There is a beautiful melancholy in being the last one left...
Day Four…
In the dormitory, everybody woke at 6 am. I lay there for a little while until they rolled up their sleeping bags, packed their kit and headed outside. Then I sheepishly crawled out of my loft space knowing only too well that I must’ve kept somebody awake with my snoring. I blamed the wine.
Matias was also awake and getting ready to head off. …
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