We live so much in the rectangular world. We live in little rooms; we live in little steel boxes on wheels that drive around; we live in cubicles; and we look at square images on screens, hour after hour. But we get outside and we run, and we walk fast, and we ride bicycles, and we smell this gorgeous, gorgeous smell; we taste the oxygen around us, and you’re carried back to when you were a child, where all of your permanent memories are made.

Garrison Keillor, 10/3/09

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