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I don't live here. I had to travel for hours at high speeds to see this. Here with the highways and cars and all that far behind me, I can pay attention to the things that don't require speed. The sand is soft, luxuriant. The plants are witnesses. The lake this time, a impossibly huge murmuring being. I can imagine myself in there. Effortlessly a part of the scattering mist, growing light, soothing swells.
From its rhythm...