Touring the green. Traveling countrysides where smooth brown cows quietly take to the shade, and as I breathe the warm wind their gentle masses find somewhere to lay their snouts and munch. The hills are immense, endless mountains crawling up from lush fields of rice, farmers dot the low lying marshes and the only evidence of the present century is the road on which I stand and the wires over my head.
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Reminds me of Korea, and I liked it there. Spent a year in a beautiful spot. I was ready to come home, but I would go back in a heartbeat.
I’m almost feeling that way now, getting real homesick but I’ll be home in a few months so I feel good. And soon as I’m home I’ll want to be back here. Damn.