when devastation becomes beauty (or why are we fascinated by disasters?)
The forest ends here. Only toothpicks remain.
Civilisation as we know it ends here. No electricity, no mobile phones, no internet. Just cold, fresh air remains.
Slovenia's answer to its lack of coast line.
(You didn't actually think I was going to answer the rhetorical question from the beginning did you?)
(You didn't actually think I was going to answer the rhetorical question from the beginning did you?)
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