The most interesting things are always beyond the horizon. When you stand on the seashore, there seems to be nothing behind it, but people live there too, and someone might look in my direction without even thinking that I am there. Is it possible that I am the Horizon Crosser? I have crossed too many of them, seen too many, but what do I get out of it except incredible memories of countries where I have long been gone?
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Beautiful capture