Saturday, June 25, 2016

Crossbay Lake

From here the north knows no boundaries. It does not recognize state or province, village, hamlet or city, but the north is there in all of the sublime mystery that drives people to go, that pulls people toward it out of a need to discover for themselves that which they cannot find in themselves. While it may not even exist and we fool and deceive ourselves in myth, it is no more or less valid than all of the myths by which we live. 
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