If I seek a moment of peace in this anxious world, I take myself to a kitchen in a farmhouse far away. From its window, I see green fields, a road and Cley Hill in the distance. The quiet is palpable; thoughts come quickly and the urge to walk, to write, to converse comes over me. If I would be there, I only need think myself to that farmhouse far away.
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