On a bike ride home, I stopped at the top of a bridge, where I happened to look over and down to the tracks below. There I saw a man reading. After a short dip into a book on the tracks, the man stands up and finds himself staring off wondering where to go to once again have a relaxing read. Burying ones self in the pages of a book in obscure, open spaces can really set the mind at ease.
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