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So- I go for intensely long walks. Preferably beachy ones. Alone- where I can meander for hours and not see a soul. I have been gifted this kind of solo experience time and again- even in busy locales. Mexico. All over the Caribbean. California. Vermont. Fiji. India. A thousand times by the Hudson river. But my favorite is when I am far far away from home and no one knows where I am. There’s no sign of life for kilometers at a time and always the thought: if something happened- no one would know. Totes morbid.