Antarctica, 2016. I was chasing your wild dream.
I thought then, it was going to be a goodbye trip,
But it was actually the beginning of the journey.
The flower without her Little Prince
My journey across the world to make sense of life, in the aftermath of your death
Antarctica, 2016. I was chasing your wild dream.
I thought then, it was going to be a goodbye trip,
But it was actually the beginning of the journey.