A sunlit foreign shore held like a private name.
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“My Fethiye” is not a travel note. It is a personal geography: a place remembered for its light, its warmth, and the feeling of being foreign without fear.
In the Eurasian Passage, some locations become more than coordinates. They become names we carry — proof that distance can also be tenderness.
This node holds a quiet brightness: not a loud celebration, but a calm permission to exist somewhere new.