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My Journey to the Vinicunca Mountain
Hidden in a remote corner of Peru's Ausengate region, a few hour's drive outside of Cusco, Vinicunca is a remote place unmarred by...
I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite.