Plants,

plants,

animals.

Plants,

plants,

another animal:

This is how we live here.

In...
I wouldn't call it paradise. Every time we use such words, such exaggerated definitions, something after it happened. You know - a cataclysm in heaven.

I would interpret things differently. It happened that we lived somewhere. This place automatically becomes a paradise. Why? Because we were destined to come here and this place is meant only for us. For no one else. In that case, how can this place not be called paradise? ;)

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Soul's Detour is a project started by me years ago when I had a blog about historical and not so popular tourist destinations in Eastern Belgium, West Germany and Luxembourg. Nowadays, this blog no longer exists, but I'm still here - passionate about architecture, art and mysteries and eager to share my discoveries and point of view with you.