Diane Ackerman wrote this in her journal during her trip to the Antarctic:
"Tonight the moon is invisible, darkness itself has nearly vanished, and the known world which we map with families, routines and newspapers, floats somewhere beyond the horizon. Travelling to a strange, new landscape is a kind of romance. You become intensely aware of the world where you are, but also oblivious to the rest of the world at the same time. Like love, travel makes you innocent again."
Diane Ackerman
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