Reminiscence

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What a picture!!

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.

Pure Bliss.

-Jack Kerouac

Reindeer Hunters from the Past

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Thanks to global warming, A melting patch of ancient snow in the mountains of Norway has revealed a bow and arrows likely used by hunters to kill, as long ago as 5,400 years.
So old they are, and now resurfacing. It gives jitters of “something” which is anew and it tells us that something is changing.