Rain. I love rain. Calming, soothing, cleansing, nourishing, flooding. I love listening to it, watching it. Falling on leaves, bending them down for a split second per drop; like high-fiving them; falling on stone, on soil, on water. For each material of destination it makes a different sound, forms a different pattern: on stone it …
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Curiosity Killed Nothing
Curiosity has two sides. One is the side of a person wanting to know, asking questions, being interested in something that they don’t know about. The other side is the one of being nosey, of watching the neighbours through curtains, of parents impatiently saying: “Stop asking so many questions!”. There is the saying “curiosity killed …
