It's Autumn. And I sit outside of my shed and stare at the milky way and just wonder. I wonder where am I? Where am I going to? And time to time I ask to myself why do I write these notes and letters anyway? And why do I try to write these also in English!?
Sometimes I just be.
And if I see a shooting star I ask:
Who am I?
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A travel diary of a storyteller's journey from Helsinki to Uluru and back
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