If it weren't for the power lines that stretched thin across the sky, or the occasional small herd that promised a shepherd, I could have been convinced that we were the only two people in existence.
Harika is the Turkish word for wonderful, marvellous, extraordinary. It has always been one of my most favourite words, for both its meaning and the pleasure of pronouncing it.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.
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