I have a strong urge to pick up and leave.
Not forever, because nothing can be forever.
I just want to see the world,
I want to be on the outside looking in.
I want to know what it feels like to be surrounded
by a place of beauty, and not know a soul in it.
photographs by Irwin Barbe
excerpt from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
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