Those lovely, quiet, natural-world places, without other-human intrusion.
Some people say that even now I live in the middle of nowhere. I look out my window at half a dozen in-view dwellings and many more in my local mind-map. Middle-of-nowhere―the moon? outside the communications satellite ring? the space between earth and the satellite ring, where a meteor recently traveled?
Nowhere. What a strange concept. A known place, some place, defined as nowhere. On this big, little marble of a planet we share, how odd and limiting that we consider some places nowhere.
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