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after , a place where individuals are not affected by greed and a need to secure yet more throw away items .
Time seemed to slow in a way that allowed a sense of belonging to creep up and slip over us . Two women walked past , smiling , and acknowledging we were there as if just other locals watching the world move along . Across the small valley a woman tended her crops amongst the terraces , a man tilled a field with traditional equipment pulled by oxen . Had we slipped into a form of time vortex and been transported to a time before a world of mechanised industrialism ? I caught a glimpse of my Royal Enfield and suspected not , yet the feeling of ease that was awash felt as if something here was simply perfect .
Later that day , something occurred that was in complete contrast to the feeling of utopia and somehow at the same time felt just as right and wonderful to be a part of . We ’ d ridden out of the forested
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