The Journey Begins Long Before the Bus Moves
The journey never starts when the engine comes alive. For me, it begins earlier, while waiting. At the bus park, surrounded by noise and movement, my body stays still while…
The journey never starts when the engine comes alive. For me, it begins earlier, while waiting. At the bus park, surrounded by noise and movement, my body stays still while…
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