After three months of social-distancing, we were starting to get a bit stir-crazy. With fair weather came more opportunities for hiking. Knowing that Gusti was eager to anywhere with us, we laced up our boots and headed out.
Random WisdomThe unendurable oppression of the lungs—the stifling fumes from the damp earth—the clinging to the death garments—the rigid embrace of the narrow house—the blackness of the absolute Night—the silence like a sea that overwhelms—the unseen but palpable presence of the Conqueror Worm—these things, with the thoughts of the air and grass above, with memory of dear friends who would fly to save us if but informed of our fate, and with consciousness that of this fate they can never be informed—that our hopeless portion is that of the really dead—these considerations, I say, carry into the heart, which still palpitates, a degree of appalling and intolerable horror from which the most daring imagination must recoil. -- Edgar Allan Poe, The Premature Burial
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