He traveled to a town where people were born jaded, with hardened ideas and bone-weary thoughts, and acquired simplicity they aged. Young children were crammed full of certainty and made it painfully clear at every turn. When they opened their mouths, their opinions tumbled out of them like pebbles. Seniors asked nothing but questions and listened for answers with lambent eyes. Every leaf on every tree, every wavelet in every creek, was a song they longed to sing. At first he thought it was a crazy place, but he got used to it.
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