Cells of concrete and steel, glass bars. The confines of civilization are dulling my senses. Here, the currency is fake smiles and imagined value. Everyone is so desperate to win a meritless battle. I need to get back to where the full polyphonic chorus of nature soothes the anxiety and exhilarates the mind. Debts are paid by tributes of the body in blood and sweat. Mental rewards are wrought from the rugged land by your own hands. Duress forges. Integrity hones. Ingenuity saves.
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 18:44:19 +0000
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