Sunday, October 23, 2011

from wisconsin



While Wisconsin may not have all the spritz and glamor of city living, I could get used to it. The canopy of unbroken stars at night, the fog on the quiet river, the water so clear it's like glass, the still silence of a world unbroken by sirens and gunshots, the steady and unhurried rhythm of a life not kept on a calendar but savored for each precious moment. I could live here one day, perhaps.

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