foggy sunrise in Luxembourg

Dear Tripod, I’m sorry

Dear Tripod, I woke up this morning thinking about you again. Flashes of our wonderful times together passed before my eyes, while I was still too sleepy to understand anything else, yet I was well aware that I have failed you. I’m sorry, Tripod. What a history we have, right? We had explored¬†every little corner of Luxembourg and we’d seen half of Europe together. Days and nights, just you and me on empty streets, above misty hills or under lonely bridges, shooting countless photos and videos. You were too heavy at times, but I held you. When I was too …

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