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Outside is where I have to be, there's no place like it. Once you've been, there's no turning back. Working inside with four walls surrounding you, the jibber jabber of people talking, phones ringing, footsteps pounding as they walk by your office, there is no silence (except for Friday afternoon).
Outside, where the wind blows, the birds cackle, leaves blow, the water trickling, the sweet smell of the earth, the trees, the flowers, silence is golden, a time to think, a time to ponder, a time to wonder.
Who can compare outside to inside?
In an office you must dress suitably, dress pants, button up shirt, slicked hair, creases, black shoes. Its too much. I have to be me.
Outside, wear what you want, the animals are not going to laugh, ragged pants, t-shirt, cap, sunglasses, and boots. Its all me, not a wannabe.
Armed with your wits, leave your imagination at home, either or, outside is still the best, there is no comparison.
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