Sending detergent to dirty streets and buildings.
When we were in the forest, talking to trees, eating strange leaves and looking for thicker patches of sky, the idea of being in a city again never came to mind.
The sounds of birds, small furry animals and the crack of twigs underfoot were only the introduction.
A crescendo of sound happened every morning at five o’clock, that’s how we experienced it.
Until that was, we found the river.
Then, a new sound of rushing, running flows and the show of glistening in a forceful sunlight.
No armchair, just being there.
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