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heartcream -> RE: miles from nowhere (2/6/2008 10:38:12 PM)
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For one year I lived in a small, small town in Australia. I couldnt walk to the nearest store because it was too far away. I marvelled at how I went from being in Manhattan, where buildings were most of what I saw, with the small, strange geometric bits of sky when I looked up, or way down the street or avenue. Suddenly it was all vast, vast stretches of sky, green rolling hills and cows. I loved it in so many ways. I loved the beauty all around me. The snakes and biting bugs, not so much. I went for walks with nowhere to get to. No roller-bladers in Central Park, no stores, no cafe. If I walked pretty far, I would reach a big dam but usually I would simply turn around and go back when the walk was over. It freaked me out somewhat, the small town, I was not used to that, the small handful of people, the small scale of it all, the early closing times. I lived in NY for quite awhile and in the same apt as well. I got to know my neighbours over time, they got to know me. I would live in a small beautiful place again, and I would like to stay long enough to get to know the place well.
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