Out here is where the magic happens, here in the quiet, gentle hills.
Here is where you have cried out with moans as deep as the earth.
Here is where you found your long lost self the madness took away.
You will leave part of yourself here, but you will take all the hope of the world with you.
So, when you go back to people who talk big in large rooms.
You will know this: You have been silent in places too beautiful for words.

-Anonymous

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