Wanderland



I went on a journey to Wanderland. The land of the hungry souls. Where the hills were shrouded in mist, and Edelweiss blossomed among the rocks. Naked sea of stars danced gracefully, as I climbed all the way to the top. The land of the wanderers, who never stay. Except for my heart. When the dusk had fallen, Rinjani took it away. My old self then dead and gone away.

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“Wanderland” is a photo story I made in 2015.

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