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(taken from within a moving car)
-road from Te Anau.

isn't it peculiar how childhood memory hardly ever fails?
It's not just sight, but smells, sounds, the feeling of pebbles beneath your feet and the smell of freshly mown grass.
One never truely forgets their home.

have you ever been so cold it hurts?

Anyways, to cut the sentimental crap, I present to you a film of sheep stalking me.

its funny, the day after I get back from New Zealand, work calls and asks me if I can work. I thought I had escaped from my laborious, unrewarding job. I was wrong.