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    My Scholarship entry - A 'place' I have visited

    Finding my soul was a process of experiencing the totally of all my senses, being willing to expand myself, push my boundaries and to act on my dreams. This is the result. Tasting my soul: Temple Basin in the snow. I used to avoid the cold; it reminded me too much of what it felt like to be empty inside. This journey taught me that the biting taste of ice cold every day gave me a sharp reminder that I was indeed, alive. Here, I learnt to appreciate that beauty can be found in the coldest of places and the smallest conveniences can bring the greatest delight. Dry socks, a warm drink and a tired smile warms the coldest of toes.

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    Finding my soul was a process of experiencing the totally of all my senses, being willing to expand myself, push my boundaries and to act on my dreams. This is the result. Tasting my soul: Temple Basin in the snow. I used to avoid the cold; it reminded me too much of what it felt like to be empty inside. This journey taught me that the biting taste of ice cold every day gave me a sharp reminder that I was indeed, alive. Here, I learnt to appreciate that beauty can be found in the coldest of places and the smallest conveniences can bring the greatest delight. Dry socks, a warm drink and a tired smile warms the coldest of toes.

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