The days we spend at Bream are long and languorous. We watch things. We watch birds. We watch fish. We watch insects. We watch clouds. We watch critters. Everything is observed. There is a permanency about the place. It's almost as if we've become one with the surroundings, even though we are not present for the whole week, our hearts are till there. It is almost Thoreauian in nature. I think I am turning into a tree.
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