Aging

More and more often it seems I find myself thinking about the history of the places I visit. Not just wild mountainous landscapes, but the towns, the cities, and the oceans hold so much history, history that well never get to fully see. I find it both wonderful and terrifying to think about how old the world is, how long it took to get here, and how long after I am gone will these places be even recognizable to what I was able to see.

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