when devastation becomes beauty (or why are we fascinated by disasters?)
The road ends here. From here on it is skinny dipping only. 
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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