I try to open my eyes and see with the searching eyes of a child,
When I go strolling along the road, or even into the wild.
Sometimes I return from my walk, refreshed but empty-handed.
Other times the treasures appear, as if they were commanded.
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
Marcel Proust
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