He writes as though he is writing about a good friend, painting the landscape with words. For somebody raised in an urban area, it invokes such a sense of longing for a place where one can experience the subtle rhythms of life, instead of this artificial urban chaos created by humanity. It's such a deeply satisfying feeling to know that there are still places in the world where everything is...
more He writes as though he is writing about a good friend, painting the landscape with words. For somebody raised in an urban area, it invokes such a sense of longing for a place where one can experience the subtle rhythms of life, instead of this artificial urban chaos created by humanity. It's such a deeply satisfying feeling to know that there are still places in the world where everything is connected to everything else, where life is still reliant on one another. The dance is slower, but more beautiful for it.
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