Letters To Whoever Comes Next
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How we drove into it — A campervan, a coastline, and a sharp turn part 8)
Heat, Tennis, and Old Hunger We woke up a few hours later because the heat had decided we’d had enough sleep. Outside it was already hot, but inside the campervan it was worse—an oven with wheels, stubbornly retaining yesterday’s warmth as if it were sentimental about it. We had turned on every fan we owned,
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How we drove into it — A campervan, a coastline, and a sharp turn (part 7)
The Adriatic Teases We drove for almost three hours, sliding gradually between mountain curves and glimpses of coast, the landscape changing its mind every few kilometres as if it could not decide whether it preferred altitude or horizon. It was an undeniably beautiful drive, the type that loosens your shoulders without asking permission, that keeps
