too much cold, too much ice, too much gray and neon. These blue skies and sunshine keep leading me on while these icy winds slap me in the face--what'd I ever do to you? Korea, I love you, but I think we need to take a break.
I'm ready to overdose on green. The many shades, sounds, smells of the rainforest, the many of the beach. Malaysia here I come.
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