Picnic at Hanging Rock, Australia
Nothing could ever ruin a picnic at Hanging Rock, right?
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Nothing could ever ruin a picnic at Hanging Rock, right?
Hiking Iceland's surprisingly green South Coast and sympathising with poor Flóki, who clearly had the worst possible winter before dramatically naming this place.
The fourth city, before the bats notice it's unattended.
There are some places we are not made to be—entire worlds where we will only ever be visitors, dancing to unknown rhythms that will go on without us—Ciao fishies, until our paths cross again 🤿👋🐠🪸