I’m in love with a tomb. There’s little like growing up next to these redstone monuments and the rainwashed trees and grass all around them. Reminds me of University of Virginia. What was lost when I left school is now returned. The Grounds and the Lawn and the Blue Ridge sunsets were ours from almost anywhere on campus. Most people there felt part of the Jeffersonian virtues of being close to the land and the Humanities. So much of this Delhi is still one to two floor homes where parks and open space abound; caveat being the so much of Delhi that I’m in. And there are a ton of lovely (and suicidal) dogs that sit in the middle of the road in the colonies. It’s been a while, if ever, since I’ve thought that I just want to be stationary.
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