The Air Here is Restless

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Faces & Places

Certain places speak more than oth­ers. Some have old­er souls than oth­ers. Some­times it feels like you’re dis­cov­er­ing some­where that no one’s ever been before, and some­times though it is more than obvi­ous that sev­er­al hun­dred thou­sand peo­ple or more have tra­versed these very grounds before you, you still feel new in your own two feet (even if you’re not on the ground upon which you tread). All of these places have sto­ries to tell — some sto­ries were writ­ten by the peo­ple who found them, some sto­ries were writ­ten by the his­to­ry of the land itself, and some came to be as time kept and keeps mov­ing for­ward.

And then there are the places that breathe and bend, dance and break, seek and sleep, and live filled by an ancient vital­i­ty that sat­u­rates the air and seeps in from the sea. These are the winds that whis­per more than ambi­gu­i­ties in the whistling wind, their words are clear and direct with­out need for inter­pre­ta­tion.

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