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  • It is so peaceful, to have nothing in your line of sight except sky and straw. I'm so hungry for it sometimes, this pure vastness and the opportunity to watch the sun move. I wish sometimes that I'd become a painter, sitting in a field with my oils without feeling like I am wasting time.
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