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In by Lucía on November 21, 2010 at 7:06 pm

It was odd, she thought, that although she sat on beautiful beaches and atop the tallest mountains, what she was gaining with most clarity was not, in fact, appreciation for these things, but a clarity about what that distant “home” meant and what it was to be purely her self.  The days were becoming longer to her now, more time passing between each setting sun and more effort put to seeing each one through.  For though she came into a better understanding of what she was, it came through a process of walking that which was not, knowing it, understanding.

  1. I’ve thought about this a lot because it’s a strange near-paradox, learning about home and oneself when you are away from them:

    When we are at home, do we come to take it for granted?
    When we are away, do we idealize home?
    Is it possible to go through life “away” and never return?

    I love that middle sentence, and I wonder if the last sentence could be cleaned up a little, I’m interpreting it my way and I’m not sure it’s the way you intend.

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