Stephenson Family Ties The Barn Burnt Down
And Now I See The Moon
He had never recognized how noisy the civilized
world was. Here, drifting in almost total silence,
with no scents other than the singed odor of the
raft, no flavors on his tongue, nothing moving but
the slow procession of shark fins, every vista empty
save water and sky, his time unvaried and unbroken,
his mind was freed of an encumbrance that
civilization had imposed on it.  In his head, he could
roam anywhere, and he found that his mind was
quick and clear, his imagination unfettered and supple.
He could stay with a thought for hours, turning it about.
from: Unbroken
by: Laura Hillenbrand


The Sahel, Africa

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