This will sound strange but I like the quiet places. I like the big lonely places. I like being engulfed in something bigger than myself be it stars, an old church, a big field or a cold day on the beach. It makes me feel things I don’t usually think of feeling. Sometimes when I’m in the faraway place, I think of the sounds around me; the birds, a train miles away, the buzzing of insects, the crashing of waves at my feet, the leaves rustling in the trees. I don’t know of anyone who feels like this and that just makes that other place a little more lonely and quiet and little bit bigger.

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Dreams of Another World