[G.AVON]

Another journey.

The familiar whir of the suitcase wheels against the ground sounds like a prelude to the new adventures about to be embraced. The stairs of the plane look like an invitation to the sky. Perhaps that's why, despite the weariness I hide behind my sunglasses, I feel a flutter inside.

 

The phone in my hand holds the last memories of the city I left behind. Am I smiling? Sometimes I think this life is a stage play. Shiny dresses, sunglasses, private jets... All part of my role. But at this very moment, as I am about to climb the stairs, my mind is somewhere else entirely. Or maybe not my mind, but my soul.

 

No matter where the plane takes me, the only thing I take with me is this feeling of the unknown. A little excitement, a little sadness, and a little of the question, "what will happen?" So, this photo is not just a memory. It's the story of being on the road, of constantly rediscovering myself, and sometimes, just stopping to breathe. And now, the new chapter of that story is beginning.

 

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