What are we doing? Life on Social Media.

I came across this a few days ago. It struck me and it made me ponder on it. I took it further into my thoughts, you know those roads in your head where you venture down into it’s bright or dark alleys?

It started with my own support for it (yeah Carpe Diem!)

With smart phones and social media we throw caution to the wind and discard a lot of things, like keeping things personal, protected and private, nope! Just share the hell out of it.

It has become too easy to just post pictures and updates, instead of going to our family and friends, call or hang out and rather than to go get pictures printed and keep and cherish what we have captured on our camera phone. Why bother? Every body is doing it!

From my own thought process in my current state of mind you see, I just lost my brother a few months back and together with memories of our childhood, it was his pictures and his own words he had shared online, that I found myself craving for, to fill the void that he left. I took comfort in this and actually was thankful that he shared all his moments on his Facebook, so that we could look through it and seek solace. (That’s ok right? Not hurting anyone etc..,)

That said, oddly enough as time went on, I kept coming across many posts about “How Social Media is ruining our lives” on Facebook as well as Twitter etc. (not going to touch on identity theft, doxing, hacking, it’s another different downside arrgh!)

Maybe it’s the need to fill the void that leads us to the immense use, to the point of addiction, I wonder what is it that has made us hooked on it? What are we seeking in our engagement and what it is actually doing to us as our own person and as a society?

Studies on this are showing that it gives us a sense of gratification, acknowledgement and validation of the words we put out, the things we share, from our personal photos, accomplishments (or failures), to our own thoughts, be it about the weather or food or politics. Makes sense no? Yeah we can identify with that innocently enough.. (it makes us happy dammit!)

But as I read further, many studies alarmingly also shows, because of it, how disconnected society has become. What should have been (initially) something we use to connect with people, which is supposed to be good before (like e.g. Milk and cows and chickens before being fed antibiotics and steroids ..I don’t know..) has in fact turned on us?

Life did exist well before this insane drive to post and share on social media. But somehow we have been swept up by this need to post it up and shares, likes, hearts, sad, angry, wow emoticons in comments, swipe left or right and retweets have become a much sort after, supreme validation in our life. It’s become our addiction (oh God more addictive behaviors?) and absolute necessity as we get sucked into the need to constantly seek validation.

Social media is becoming, in my opinion, an example of “too much of a good thing is bad for you.” People are being tricked into thinking that they are getting good positive reinforcements on the things they share, even for or from strangers, we share pictures of our homes, ourselves on our beds, our inner sanctum like as though it actually matters to people, known or unknown, that people actually genuinely care without getting something out of it on their end. (And like everything there’s also the good not just bad obviously as long as you don’t overdo it right?)

Well it has become what some would say, a double edged sword. One should not be oblivious to the terrible downside of social media. It is a problem which can get pretty damn dark. For every action there is an equal or opposite reaction. Things are, for the most part really, largely not in reality, what they seem.

We live in a world now so plagued with paranoia and fear, of exploitation and we are seeing this everyday. So much fear and paranoia sowed into our psyche that we fear the next person. Differences are highlighted even more intensely than our common humanity.

The stereotypes and stories being portrayed in news and social/media, being relentlessly and subconsciously drilled into us each time we click or log into something, does rob us of our own intelligence. To be able to think critically for ourselves and to weigh everything we see or read on our social media feeds to our God given common sense. Many posts have been shared without thinking. Why should we even? just click on the share or retweet button see? Easy peasy.

Social media encourages the intense need to have a voice, to have rights to a voice, to be able to do or to be, and a lot of the times it invites people who, on normal day to day (physical) life, whom you wouldn’t even have any connections whatsoever (friend of a friend ) to have a say in your life just because you have put yourself and shared with the online world and bam! you have opened yourself to (unnecessary) opinions and attacks from others.

Bullying and extreme criticism are some of the biggest downside of Cyberspace. People just can’t let it go. They become entranced by videos of kids beating up each other, picking on each other, humiliating each other, girls and boys making fools out of themselves and these gets widely shared. Posts that has no benefit goes viral. 2.5M views!. And as time goes by, acts like these are becoming, and accepted, as “normal”. But what is it doing to us? Why have we chosen to become enablers to this madness? Sharing the hate, sharing the divide, sharing the fear and paranoia? Why are we feeding this addiction that is now being proved to be detrimental to us?

People tearing into each other for the sake of an argument, comments that are hurtful, insinuations, suspicions against and towards others actions, (further) divisions, the need to be right, sometimes the most innocent of actions are misconstrued into something else, something even more sinister and whereby every single word is subjected to intense scrutiny and overthinking, is torn into shreds and people relentlessly punching holes in what is just a picture or story. If you know the person, you can just as easily get the story straight from the horses mouth, theirs, or both sides of the story instead of participating in this backbiting and condemnation that is rampant today?

Everyone feels compelled to put in their 2 cents worth, some hiding behind anonymity, others not. And that the slightest wedge that can be lodged will be lodged. Every hole we can punch into it needs to be . Like we are these self-appointed judge & jurors to a case, that we need to proof people’s every day life with “beyond a shadow of a doubt”. Be CSIs, James or Jane Bond. Why do we put up with it? If the world wasn’t strange before, shit has definitely gotten even more strange and most definitely weird!

And it’s really sad how things have spiraled. Politicians in or aside, we are seeing a deeper irreparable divide to what is suppose to bring us together, to connect.

We are seeing many factions of thoughts and ideas , thousands of various vendettas, those who are fighting for their ideas, right or wrong, fight for refugees, no why should we? Do more for our own! This is what we or they need. Ok we are doing this. No!that’s not good enough!. Nothing is ever good enough. There’s always cause for complaint instead of co-existing, understanding or being grateful. And even those who are truly grateful and doesn’t have any ulterior motives other than to just share their story get lanced too. (sigh*)

But sadly, that’s where this reality is going. Everything has become something that is under an intense microscope. An innocent post of “She was traveling… ” WHY was she traveling? WHO was she traveling with? WHAT did she wear? Did she have someone with her? What did she eat? What did she drink? Where are the places she visit? WHAT did she buy? Wow so grand (or not) ..Was she this or that? Who is THAT sitting, standing, crouching beside her? Did she say that in her post? WHO is she?!” This is what social media platforms have allowed. Magnified.

Slowly we’ve become zombies to an alternate reality with true obsession, it is that to a point where our fingers get very restless when we are not scrolling through Facebook or games or apps. (And that is why we now have what is called the Zombie Law).

We feed our thoughts, our voids with utter nonsense. Perceived levels of other people’s and stranger’s expectations on ourselves even if it was directed to someone or something else, but gluttons for punishment we are, we take it on in our own life and then go on to set the bar so high and get sucked into deeper depression and anxiety for that perceived genuine approval, the need to keep checking our phones, like a tick, first thing in the morning and all through the day till we fall asleep.

We have become an obsessed generation. Einstein was right. And as for that post that got me into this rant, well whatever you decide to share of yourself, there’s always the good and bad, try to touch base, step back once in a while, don’t get swept away and keep in mind that at the end of it all, You are not going to be bringing any of the false expectations and excessive scrutiny (just don’t get exploited to the point you destroy your own self!) except for the goodness you have lived and done for others.

~Liz Mys


Access to safe, clean water for Refugees in  Bangladesh camps.

“In some camps there are latrines in front of their dwellings upon the mazes of long bamboo sheds. They are choked with the blackest rancid bubbly mixture of everything nasty that you can possibly imagine from excrement to dead animals. Mosquitoes hovering over their putrid breeding ground just inches from where thousands of people are laying on the mud floors of their huts. In the midst of the hot season, the gunk in the latrines thicken into a bog like mixture.- Andrew Day 

Unlike the Kutapalong Registered camp where the main source of water is ground water, with tube wells (one functioning tube well to 107 families on average), Nayapara camp, which is in Teknaf sub district beside the river Naf, groundwater is not available due to hydrological constrains.

In order to provide water in the Nayapara camp, an artificial reservoir was constructed within the boundary of the camp. Drinking water is supplied through a pipe line network and during the dry season, water is trucked in to the camp.

Nayapara. Photos by Andrew Day 

The operating time of the water taps is 2 hours per day, though it is of one cause of discrepancy. The families report that they only manage to collect 3 to 4 containers per family per day, 6 to 8 liters. For an average family of 6 or more this ration is hardly enough and well below the 15 to 20 liters recommended.


Leda Unregistered Camp

Nayapara Registered Camp

The water they are getting to drink and to cook with, depending on where you are will come from a dirty ravine, shallow tube wells or pumped from reservoirs. The quality of water is terrible. Most of the water sources begin to dry up at the end of the hot season, before the rain comes, making supply scarce.

Men can bathe with a bucket standing by a tube well, or some will go to the murky brown water that has collected in an ablution pond at some of the larger mosques. The women can’t do so as easily without harassment.

In these densely populated areas, many women can only hope for a small water pail to wash themselves inside their huts.
The rain will finally come during the monsoon season. The heavy downpours will cause the latrines to flood over and the hellish contents therein flows into their sleeping quarters and saturates all their possessions. Their clothes, their cooking pot, whatever that has not been taken away by the current of flood water, which when it gets so bad could rise up to chest high of this bacteria laden runoff.” – Andrew Day

In between the refugee camps, local thugs rule the areas and harass the Refugees living there. This Refugee woman from Leda Camp showing us the crushed water jugs – a harassment against the refugees preventing them from collecting water from the stream.

“It is dangerous in the forest where we go to collect wood or dry leaves, there are robbers, or villagers or forest ranger demand money from us. They take our tools and beat us until we pay. But we don’t have money to pay”. – Refugee, Leda Camp. 

Many have told stories of beatings from thugs and police for something as basic as collecting water from a nearby stream. Women folk tells of how they are stopped, verbally abused and raped if they are intercepted by these men. These incidents doesn’t get reported to the authorities as their statuses of being unregistered deem them illegal and unprotected by any laws.

The access to clean and safe water everywhere is a problem. Very few water sources are ever tested but with the shallow wells and reservoirs so overlapped with sewage, it is inevitable that eating and drinking will make them sick.

These unnecessary circumstances are breeding grounds for infections and typhoid is a reoccurring condition or rather a perpetual one, to the point where fevers and vomiting are not to be taken as cause for alarm because they are so common. A common combination is typhoid with anemia and most likely a bacterial skin disease.

Skin diseases are common and spreads easily in the communities due to the unhygienic living conditions, poor sanitation and polluted water. photo by Andrew Day 

Living is impossible when people are eating and drinking traces of faeces daily. That’s if they have anything to eat at all.

Many unregistered Rohingya live in unofficial refugee settlements, where malnutrition rampant. In one makeshift camp, the global acute malnutrition rate is at 30%, double of emergency threshold.

But despite of this, the government has denied permits for aid agencies to assist unregistered refugees, stating  that medical, food, drinking water and training facilities run by the charities were encourgaing an influx of Rohingya to the country.

Borrowing, lending, trading, selling and buying food are common coping mechanisms among the refugees to compensate for the food deficit. Those who are registered also share their food rations with those who are not. There have also been reported incidences of forced sale of food rations to local villagers which have been instigated and aided by camp personnel, the Mahjees and local thugs.

“I have to borrow sometimes up to five kilograms of food a week to feed my family.” Nayapara refugee, family of 14.

The dry season and monsoon season each year poses a huge risk to the people living in these areas. 

Much help is needed in building safe access to clean water and to build lavatories for the communities. 

According to UNHCR the recent influx of Rohingya refugees from Myanmar, saw 70,000 people cross over to Bangladesh since October 2016. From the 1990s, the country has had a huge number of refugees who fled the persecution and violence against them. The number of refugees in Bangladesh is reported to be almost 1 Million in total, which means only 10% of the refugees receive aid in the UN registered camps. The UN is currently struggling with a $10Million budget gap.

Adding to the already huge number of refugee in the country, these families are currently living in makeshift tents around the border areas. Some 2000 families are reported to be hiding in the forests.

With the monsoon season expected in 2 months time and almost right in the middle of the month of Ramadan, these families will have to face an even more dire situation on top of lack of food and medical care.

• UNHCR seeks equal treatment for all Rohingya in Bangladesh


• UNHCR Bangladesh Report http://reporting.unhcr.org/node/2539#_ga=1.252538689.972090440.1490090221

Liz Mys and Andrew Day

Cox’s Bazar, Bangladesh

Twitter: @theangelwinks


Rohingya – End the Ethnic Cleansing 

It seems the hysteria is dying down; to the circle of the usual activists and those who fight relentlessly to get as much attention to the cause and to the few news and organizations who are still covering the story. But it’s the same cycle, attention and news for a while and everyone else carries on till some other big story hits. 
The “boat people” which has been termly coined with the latest breaking story, uncovered massive exploitation ring, some known for a while and some newly “discovered” information of torture, ransom and detention.

As much as sensationalism goes, not much has changed in regards to a great breakthrough and hope for the Rohingya. Someone once wrote “sadly the Rohingya people’s sufferings do not appear to be deemed newsworthy by world media”. ..and pretty much true.

We have heard from the Dalai Lama, the respected Desmond TuTu and Barrack Obama the President of the United States who made a statement of a few words, referring to the plight and matter as “a great test for the democracy of future” and “to take very seriously this issue of how the Rohingya are treated”. 

World heads and world leaders and famous people championing the plight of the Rohingya; but what has it actually accomplished?

For now the heat is on the trafficking ring, so that will stop for a bit. But sadly in time, many more will be pushed to take that risk again for a better chance at life and a new cycle will start. 

We have help given to the ones who have made land in Indonesia and some in Malaysia. Help with money and aid to house them and care for them after the harrowing ordeal at sea. Many organizations and individuals have gone there- don’t get me wrong, it’s a fantastic gesture to see the level of kindness and love, humanity with people from all over coming to help. It’s beautiful and it is heartwarming. 

Remember the words by Chinua Achebe “While we do our good works let us not forget that the real solution lies in a world in which charity will have become unnecessary.”? Not to devalue the humanity and humanitarian gesture and not saying to remove charity at all, because God knows we the people of the world with its current global condition, charity will continue and it kinda has to. 

It’s looking at a solution. A durable shot at changing the situation and maybe a bit of the world. 

Just look at where we are at now.

Paranoia. The whole world is gripped with it. Fear. Oh my god yeah. 

Hatred. Racism. 

Greed. Phisshh…. wheels turning to explore and exploit the already down and out, making money out of the misery of others.  

For the Rohingya, the conditions don’t exist for them to go back where they came from. The Burmese government stripped the Rohingya of the right to hold temporary identification cards, but did not guarantee the full rights of a citizen. So what is that really? Feels like a living nightmare that your house, although it’s yours but you’re not allowed to have any rights, someone else gets to dictate what and how you get to live and you will probably get killed or your family members, while all you can do is you just watch it happen. 

A process of “ethnic cleansing and genocide”, let that sink in your perspective for a bit. 

It’s no use to use the plaster effect, Band-Aid actions if you will, it doesn’t help the root of all the happenings we are witnessing. 

Temporary measures would not be durable nor good for the people. Many more Rohingya children will be born “Stateless” in the countries who have been kind to take them in and many many more will be born in the camps. Many more will go to the seas again. No rights and dignity as a world citizen, and at the mercy of the host country still dictating what can be allowed to be provided to the Refugees. 

Boycott Burma. The nations of ASEAN, God bless them, whatever gestures, pressured or otherwise, that they have given. It puts a lot of stress on their own governments to take in the people but still not solving the stateless position of the Rohingya. Another child would grow up without rights to proper education, another mother would be giving birth to a child whose future of his life and roots will be soon be erased if this continues and just living on a hope or dream to be elevated instead of persecuted. 

Boycott Burma, with trade and economic sanctions. The leaders of ASEAN countries should stop being an indirect accomplice to the Ethnic cleansing of the Rohingya. Full rights to return home and all the rights as a citizen of Myanmar must be demanded with no compromise till that is achieved, instead of complaining, instead of just fixing up meetings and more exchanges of diplomatic words. 

I am not of a political expert or anything like that but maybe just enough to dream of a better way because I am sick of watching the way the people have to live, merely existing sometimes. Maybe cordon off land on Myanmar soil with Peacekeeping force mending and looking out for angry mobs targeting the Rohingya for a change. And let the people build back their lives in a system, working towards coexistence with the country, I don’t know how. But living and running in fear, in severe lack of rights, no freedom and unknown, bleak future is not what they or we want in any spot in our lives or country. 

The POTUS has spoken and says to “take very seriously this issue of how the Rohingya are treated”. How about doing something to stop the persecution, stop the Genocide. 

So can we do it? Countless petitions has been signed, many more demonstration and protests and talks have been done. What does it take for us, you, me, we, them, and the other leaders to put a stop on a 21st century genocide? 

If Justice stands for something then the Rohingya deserves to live on the land their past generations have lived on, if humanity is preached and worshipped by the majority people there, then brotherhood should be respected and restored. If peace is possible let it be what we wish for others too. 

A dream maybe, a human need to belong and live in peace, not pieces, co existing well, because it is possible. 

I remember a young Rohingya man asked me once when I visited the camp last year, most heartbreaking question I couldn’t find words to answer while I stood & listened to them is this 

“Why? (the injustice) ..We have dreams too” #Rohingya 
~Liz MYS ❤️

The Rohingyas Plight – Adrift and Abandoned. 

News everywhere is reporting the story of the numerous boats full of people, men, women and children adrift and abandoned at seas near Thailand, Indonesia, Malaysia and Bangladesh. 

In one of our tweets from an interview we did few months ago where thousands of unregistered refugees were evicted and had their homes torn down, they describe how helpless they are and at the mercy of the authorities. 

When asked what should we do, where would we go the police told them,”Why don’t you go to the sea, you can die there”. Appalling. Seems that’s exactly what is happening now out on those waters. 

The police here claimed that they were just doing what the authorities ordered, to make way for a tourist line on the Marina way. God knows what tourist strip this was going to be, as we looked at the area with piles of torn-down wood, sheets and bamboo around the area, dozens and dozens of children and babies having to live in the cramp make shift tents while others try to rebuild their huts on whichever smaller plots of land they could build back their huts on. 

There are many stories, of human trafficking, girls driven to brothels and pimps, drug mules by locals who would use them to traffic drugs and abandon them if they get caught, just too many horrors in the refugees struggle to live a decent life, and how many thousands are taken advantage of. 

I look at the stories and the photos of the current situation with the boats and I think to myself, if I was on that boat, or if my family was on there, I would want someone, anyone, to help me, as would you I’m sure. 

I cannot even begin to imagine the desperation on board the boats, men, women and children fleeing a persecuted life in hope of a bit of mercy, a bit of chance to escape and wanting a better life than being oppressed and hunted and tortured, marginalized in their very own country. 

I cannot bear to see the pictures for once. I can already picture in my head the hunger, the fear in each and every one of them. 

As naive as it may sound -or not, I hope we can get to them fast. Some aid has been dropped to some of the boats, a few has jumped off and drowned, today’s story is how some of those on board got killed, fighting to get food from the aid given. Aid boats under fire for trying to reach them too.  Just beyond any words, oh humanity. 

Being denied landfall, adrift and abandoned. Days turned into weeks, a frightening nightmare no doubt. 

I hope we can put our heads together and come up with a relief and solution for these people. 

Like I said, if that was me on board, I would want someone to help. Wouldn’t you? IA 

~Liz ❤️

Main Featured photo: by Andrew Day Photography and watermarked photos © Copyrighted 








The Displaced People

Thousands of Refugees were evicted from their makeshift camps on Wednesday after the police here were ordered to clear and tear down their houses in the area, which is approximately 60 kilometers from Cox’s Bazar, to make way for tourism along the new Marine Drive Road.

The unregistered Refugee communities there have
been living in that area since the 1990s, after fleeing the ethnic persecution in their own country, Myanmar.

The area looked like a scene after a cyclone had wiped parts of the areas.
Families were seen with the portion of their belongings they picked from the piles of scraps from what was their home.
Mothers with the young children, staring bleakly at their torn down homes, trying to collect their small possession of some plastic sheets and sticks, some pots. The men folk working to put the huts back together for their families to have at least a cover above their heads to live in.

It’s a big blow to an already struggling group of people who have very little to make ends meet, a daily hand-to-mouth existence in this largely fishing community. Life is hard for them.

The fact that they fled and then got settled somewhat in another country, only to be at the mercy of the existing laws that do not do much for them either. The unregistered refugees do not receive much of the aid (if any) like the people in the camp who are helped with food rations and some medical support from UN & NGOs. They, pretty much like all the people in and around here have to keep struggling and keep strong to try and make it in life.

The push for better treatment and acceptance, of better accommodate , better support them is an ongoing struggle, there are thousands of people and much aid and other issues to try to work through.

Help in means of food aid, better education for the children and work skills training for the adults would be a good way to try to reach out.

Let’s try.

Email: ttravelers2@gmail.com
Photos by Andrew #andrewdayphotography

#Refugeestruggles #Rohingya #Refugees #AppealForHelp #Hope











Showing how vulnerable you are is not a sign of weakness… for me it shows you’re human. Yes its ok to not have all the answers.. cause sometimes you are being reminded that its not on your time… you dont have that power. Its all in God’s time. He knows our paths more than we can see it ourselves.
But its also good to realise, that some things are not just given, that you have to put in the effort too.
Practice humility in everything that you do, for, maybe at an unseen twist of bitter fate, what you take for granted might be tested and taken from you.
Never look down on another human being. You’re not put on a pedestal.
Remember each person on your way up in life as you’ll meet them on your way down. life always goes in a circle. What you put out will always come back to you, the good and bad.

Don’t get smug in your thinking and behaviour. Respect others even though they can’t offer you anything back in return.
If things are not going anywhere, ask yourself why and try and see the problem so as to be able to find a better solution.
Change your attitude & views as needed, a much clearer path might be shown to you.

Many make in wrath what they want in reason… try to be slow to anger and accept criticism gracefully. Respect and true understanding of your purpose and how you conduct yourself with others can bring you the peace that you seek.
Be sad, crying is not a sign of weakness.. but cry and be done with it, don’t dwell, brood and don’t let it consume you to a point of debilitating.
Life’s too short, live, not just merely exist, if you find what you want, then go for it.

Love more than you are shown, Compromise is the key to any negotiations for a better understanding, it doesn’t mean your giving in or losing, it means you value and respect another person’s views as well.
Swallow your ego, its not fattening, letting it get out of hand will cause you more harm than good. Don’t be reckless with people’s lives.
Practice integrity, always do as you say you’d do, then you’ll earn the respect & trust. Peace & happiness will be yours, if what you say and what you do are in harmony. Strive for that.

And above all, hold on to faith and hope, for without it all human hearts would break. Good Luck.

~ Liz ♥️


Of Randomness & Such Meaningful Moments

No doubt this place tests your endurance and sanity I must say haha… The people here (many many people) are amazing, resilient, few annoying cause they follow and pester- I don’t know why but just hmmm really can’t explain. But mostly yes life lessons aplenty and priceless in comparison to be honest. The moments that the takes your breath away … being saucy here – not including the choked drains smells and cow manure LOL

Really … I have been taught plenty in humbleness and humility and the great human spirit in my journey here, and also the same for Andrew.

Too many to mention, some fills you up with hope, joy and contentment that you feel your chest is going to explode with it .. some brings you right back down to earth ..and in a hard way.

The photo I took just outside a snack shop where we bought our lunch of bread roll and one burger. There were people waiting outside and Andrew bought extra pieces and gave it to them. On the right side of the photo there’s an old woman, she was at a dementia stage I believe, needing care and the one who looked after her was the young boy in front of her, he fed her and cared for her. I don’t know whether he was her grandson but I don’t think so- just a human being caring for another… #lifesAngels

Another experience for me was we were at the bank and it was closed but there were a few people waiting and asking for money and the security guard shooed them away. One in particular caught my eye was a mother and her son. She was young in her late 30s perhaps and her son was maybe 9 or 10. They went away quickly as the guard cleared the area.
About an hour later we were on a Rickshaw heading to the nearby market and I saw them again, this time crouched beside a shop, sharing a small packet of rice… Ouff my heart *no words …

The need here and the desperation is immense and sometimes as human beings we dismiss just how bad it is for them based on just our shallow opinions and thoughts.

Andrew was telling me last night that on the way back from the Orphanage he stopped by a small slum area just off the beach where a small community lived. They were weaving fishing nets, a man and his wife. Just hospitable (they always tend to be, the *locals here ) and showed Andrew how he ties the net around his neck and the floats he used when he fished. The style of the way this type of fishing is that the men will wade the waters till neck high and spread out their nets in the water and wait for the fish. The old man told Andrew to come again the next day and he will give him some fishes from his next morning catch.
This, from someone who hardly makes anything for his family but just enough to feed them ‘hand to mouth’ #humbled

The children at the orphanage, the wee ones, shows us too the valuable life lessons in their own way of life.
As Andrew describes it best : “Kids with no parents, living on a dollar a day and still manages to smile more than I do.”
#lifelessons #grateful #humbled

(Photos by Andrew)


















to be continued….
~ Liz ❤️