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19 Staying Still Where’s the glamour in it, all this going here and there? I know what you’re thinking: strange buildings and funny-shaped rocks, foods made fresh by spices you’ve never tasted, creatures you’ve never seen before except on your TV screen. The way they bury their dead. What I have come to crave is the morning stillness, the view from this limb onto the meadow below me. The fox and the vole? Confirmation that there’s unhappiness to be found everywhere. I’ve been there, I’ve seen it; I know what I know. But what can I do? Travel is bred in my hollow bones when I would just as soon stay here. ...

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