v!gor: limitless..
v!gor: I walk, up and down, through the dense greenery The tingling freshness of the breeze makes me thankful
v!gor: Bohemia is nothing more than the little country in which you do not live. If you try to obtain citizenship in it, at once the court and retinue pack the royal archives and treasure and move away beyond the hills. O. Henry
v!gor: The clouds come down, make love to the green hills
v!gor: run-away clouds
v!gor: rain dance of the nature
v!gor: bliss is there, where the green is
v!gor: being high!
v!gor: do we always see things as they are?
v!gor: Here, the young and old grow together, hand in hand
v!gor: People embrace sharing, not possessing, nature humbles them
v!gor: i love randomly lying down under a tree,taking a break while i stare at the sky ...
v!gor: sunshine in my eyes
v!gor: early morning glow; Banderban, Bangladesh