Walking has emerged from the caves of the gym to the realms of higher aethers...Love it...I'll keep on walking, to at least maintain my own spiritual significance... https://t.co/tW8MYGy6ZT— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 13, 2020
Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
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