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Published August 2, 2015 at 2048 × 1536 in Galapagos in Pictures

Reflection of a black-necked stilt in a lagoon on Isla Isabela

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Time moves strangely here. Fast and slow simultaneously. . On one hand it seems like just days ago that a galah first screamed at me from its perch on high. On the other, it feels like I’ve lived my whole life under the weight of their pink-eyed stare and relentless scolding. . And now, this side of the 1st of November, the days are beginning to speed by in a relentless blur. Until I want to perch up on a branch of my own and yell at it to stop, to slow down just a bit. . To explain that five weeks is simply not enough. Not enough time to finish my studies. To say goodbye to the birds that have stolen a bit of my heart and more than a bit of my sanity. To take my last sunset walk across this beautiful, dusty landscape. . To explain, quite simply, that I’m not ready to go.

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