Right outside, there are beautiful landscapes. I'm entirely familiar with this concept, but I recieved a jarring reinsertion into reality as I walked through a patch of desert between my home and my old high school. A homeless man's camp lay deserted before me. My mind stopped wandering, and for the first time in a long time, I existed in the moment. In my own backyard (extended beyond my actual backyard of course) I found the remnants of a human being that could easily be dead, but just as easily be returning that night.
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