Standing in a meadow for four hours not talking, not reading, not listening to music, not waiting for the phone to ring, beep, or buzz. That feeling of being unplugged sinks into your mind like aloe on dry skin. The heart beats a bit slower. All the madness in your life is peeled away. The grasses, sedges, shrubs, and trees all seem to be emanating a low hum. A dog barks. The sound falls away. A bird sings. The sound falls away. Addressed and dismissed simultaneously. A kinship with unspoken reason asserts itself somewhere in the subconscious. Somewhere in between the view and the feeling.
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