the open road

i’ve got a mouthful of words i want to tell you about that weekend. but how much do i want to tell you about something that was between me and him? when a lot of things ‘people’ want you to know about what they get up to is found online in social spaces, how do i share my experience with you whilst keeping part of that magic all to myself?

i’ll start with some views of what the open road looked like. and i’ll let you fill in the gaps about how you think it might have felt to be there.



raglan to kawhia via one of the back roads

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