I mused during my morning commute, as I people watched, the lost art of conversation. Most of them either had headphones in, eyes glazed over listening intently to music/ podcasts or there were some without headphones mindlessly scrolling through their phones. I mentally match-made young couples from what info I could easily gather using only…
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Bibbulman, musings at 200kms..
As I walk, everything passes me by. The ever-changing bushland, wildflowers, bird life, huts. Sometimes just a blur of green, browns and greys in my peripherals. Time seems to stand still as I stop to bend down and look closely at a single tiny flower. A butterfly flight pattern can affect my own internal rhythm.…
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