In the atlas of our dreams, we charted our way,
Young hearts as compass needles, seeking a brighter day.
From ancient temples in Kyoto to the streets of Rome,

We thought the world's secrets lay in each new home.

But the truth whispered softly, like a hidden breeze,
Not in the monuments or city lights did it tease.
It danced in the laughter of strangers we'd meet,
In shared stories, broken bread, and hearts that beat.

**Raise your glasses high**, to the souls we've known,
From Mumbai's crowded alleys to the Swiss Alps' throne.
**Sun-kissed memories**, etched in our veins,
The world's grandeur fades, but these bonds remain.

In Marrakech's medina, we found a wise old man,
His eyes held constellations, tales of desert sand.
He spoke of love lost, of camels and stars,
And we realized life's magic lies in who we are.

On the beaches of Bali, a surfer shared his grace,
Saltwater in his veins, sun-kissed on his face.
He taught us to ride waves, to dance with the tides,
And we learned that life's rhythm is in shared rides.

**Raise your glasses high**, to the souls we've known,
From Mumbai's crowded alleys to the Swiss Alps' throne.
**Sun-kissed memories**, etched in our veins,
The world's grandeur fades, but these bonds remain.

As we sail through life's oceans, chasing horizons afar,
Remember the faces, the laughter, the scars.
For the truth lies not in maps or distant shores,
But in the love we share, the connections we explore.

Camels in the Alps

"La perfection est atteinte, non pas lorsqu'il n'y a plus rien à  ajouter, mais lorsqu'il n'y a plus rien à  retirer"

Camels in the Alps

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