are you really where you are?


You feel the world, your environment, like a ghost, hovering over you, you know it, you think, you know where you are, the backwoods, not far from town, but do you really know, understand? You have gotten used to the things you experience every day, like an old fox you know it already, you don’t need to look hard, but you should, the eyes of a child who never saw a tree, a traveler who never stood where you stand and who marvels at the beauty, one you have long forgotten, one that has become normality, until one moment of your life in which you stand at the same spot and suddenly see it differently, see it for the first time, again, you hear the insects humming suddenly, the birds chirping, you see the leaves bending with the wind and you can nearly feel the flow of life, you smile.


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