Early morning mist at historic village of Seillans, France

Travel September 21, 2014

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“When I was young, not only did we live in a small town, we lived in the woods outside the small town. There were no people around. I spent a great deal of time alone playing in the woods with toads and turtles, and the flowers that were by the creek; the physical beauty of the world became my friend. I was more of a spirit than a self, I think now. This was not a bad way for a writer to begin her life; inner resources poured into me and developed young. But as I grew older I missed people. I loved people; they fascinated me. Strangers intrigued me. What did it feel like to be someone else? This question was central to me as I developed a self. I understood that no one would ever know what the world looked like except from their own two eyes, and the frustration of this has remained compelling in my life as a writer."
Elizabeth Strout, The Guardian, June 2017
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