For shame
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The other day, in celebration of the impending spring weather, I went for a run around the neighbourhood. I didn’t go far, but at the end, I was tired-tired of the scenery.
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The other day, in celebration of the impending spring weather, I went for a run around the neighbourhood. I didn’t go far, but at the end, I was tired-tired of the scenery.
I long to find pristine wilderness and be thrilled by its sheer existence. I want the wonder of the wild to flow back into my domestic life and animate me as I sit in front of a computer on a street made for cars.