Week Twenty One. Ghost Town.
This place along the French coastline is alive with people and activities during the summer. But during the winter and Spring months it becomes a ghost town. Running through the spacious dunes and empty houses with storm clouds rolling overhead I could not help but feel I had entered some post apocalyptic world, where I was one of the only survivors. But surrounded by the quiet I didn’t feel lonely. Instead in the silence of nature I found a special kind of magic.
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