nature
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I hate it here. No one talks to trees or pauses to notice how dappled light through leaves spills onto the ground on a sunny afternoon. We are addicted to our electronic rectangles and the imaginary worlds within and have forgotten what the organized chaos of a wild forest can do for the noise in…
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I learned to love my life again on a balmy Monday afternoon. The sun is warm in the sand, with waves crashing against the shore. An embrace of light that enfolds my pale body, lying prone on a beach blanket, sunglasses on, book in hand. Around me, movement. Laughter. Children chasing waves, elderly couples walking…