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Apulian countryside.
I'm not the spiritual or sensible type but I fucking swear to god, there are pockets of reality amidst the overgrown olive groves and near the singing ripe wheat fields where you can physically feel the stillness of time, where nature has stopped the flowing of time to the last moment a man stepped on that rock, under that tree, near that bush, be it 10 hours ago or 10000 years before.
Everything so dry and hot, a merciless sun trying to kill everything under its gaze, crickets chirping, almost covering the song of the wheat in the wind.
It's fucking magic
