Someday in the future. For once, it wasn't murder.
Ever read books on the moors? The Secret Garden, Wuthering Heights, you name it. Project the image of the lush, whispering scene on your eyelids outside of you and there I stood today, as the wind thrashed against me. The emotional sibilance of the moors, and every color of the palate darkened to the point at which you can physically and mentally respond to it. The clouds blazed with fire, the way the edges of paper orange before the black. It was the place (if time/energy/Lost were to converge) where Captain Planet really makes it happen; fire in the sky, water beckoning in the distance, earth subdued and waiting all around, wind tearing at you. My gosh, Mike Kowaleski's Spirit of Place ought to come here. Australia and New Zealand have nothing on this niche in the valley.
It doesn't make sense on paper, but if you were here, there's no way you wouldn't get it.
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sounds awesome. and I like the captain planet reference :)
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