Lying on the soft grass, looking up at the sky…strewn with the wispy strands of Cirrus clouds, I was lost. These skies , the balmy summer breeze, the ”green” scent of fresh grass…all had existed eons before. My forefathers must have felt the same, as I did on that warm summer day. Ah, the feeling […]

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