“And I ran after that voice (…) and I realised with anguish in my heart that they were flying like birds and I was falling like a stone, that they had wings and I would never have any.” Milan Kundera Rate this:Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like Loading... Related Weekly Photo Challenge: Gone, but not forgotten December 10, 2014December 10, 2014 / gabs / Leave a comment