In July of 1996, when I lived in Japan, I traveled to the Czech Republic. It was a goal for me to see the country of my paternal grandparents. I had one day that I’ll never forget. While sitting on a bench across from a deer sanctuary next to my hotel, I felt so peaceful and it was as if the place had been prepared for me. To be continued.
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The Poetry of Soil
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