This past weekend I was in a lovely place. Elegant and spacious within, natural beauty all around and quiet, quiet... more horses than cars passing picturesquely on the horizon. Even though I was there to work and barely looked or went outside for the first twenty-four hours, the heart expands, the pores open wide to take in a tangible breath of calm. The skin of humans is so much more porous that we like to believe. Supposing my life had not been in the city, how very different it and I might have been - not so feeble, maybe, on a lifelong larger oxygen supply, not so roughened and carapaced.
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I tend to be happier at sea level, just for the O2.
Love this one Jean
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