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“Alone in the car with my social life all before and behind me, I was suspended in the beautiful solitude of the open road, in a kind of introspection that only outdoor space generates, for inside and outside are more intertwined than the usual distinctions allow. The emotion stirred by the landscape is piercing, a joy close to pain when the blue is deepest on the horizon or the clouds are doing those spectacular fleeting things so much easier to recall than to describe.”

Quote by Rebecca Solnit

Book:Wanderlust: A History of Walking
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Wanderlust: A History of Walking

Wanderlust: A History of Walking is a comprehensive study that delves into the historical and cultural aspects of walking. The book traces the evolution of walking from a necessity for survival to a leisure activity and a means of self-expression. It includes insights into the personal journeys of walkers, the social and political implications of walking, and the psychological benefits of this ancient form of movement. The narrative spans across different eras and regions, offering a rich tapestry of human experiences and the transformative power of walking. more

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Rebecca Solnit
Rebecca Solnit

Rebecca Solnit is an American writer known for her works on environmental, cultural, political, and social issues. Her writing spans a wide range of topics, including nature, travel, gender, and power. Her books include 'Wanderlust', 'A Field Guide to Getting Lost', and 'The Faraway Nearby'. more

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