Friday, March 21, 2014

Hills taller than trees, stretching for miles every direction. Dead grass as tall as your waist, blowing in the wind like a sea. Like a place from another time, there is no modern technology to be seen. If it weren't for our own bright colors, you'd think the only souls here are ghosts. But we are here, and this is the modern world. As quiet and lonely as it is here, it's still peaceful.

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