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The Quarry
Out there somewhere, away from the bustle of urban skyscrapers, in the heart of a forest, lies a quarry reclaimed by nature. A radio tower stands alone at the peak, silently emanating signals — the voices of humanity. Birds chirp and fly across the sky above. Fishes swim in the waters below. A turtle stares up at you gently as you embrace where nature and human ingenuity meet.
You find a damp wooden bench on the pier you stand on that overlooks the quarry.
You look into the water below.
You take in the sights.
After you've taken some time to reflect and pause at the Quarry, you find yourself rejuvenated to return back to the hustle and bustle of your life.