Anarkhova
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"Summer was young. As was I.
I was sixteen.
I was rich.
Yet, miserable.
Miserable, tired and bored.
I just had to something about it.
And just like that, one midnight I got up, strapped on my guitar and left."
Ever felt suffocated? Ever wanted to run away for a while? Catch a train going nowhere? Travel?
Well, Dianna did.