When he said he wanted to withdraw from the hectic routine his life had become, no one really imagined this is what he meant.
Months after being off-grid and out of range of all communication, his friends finally found him in a rural village driving a truck full of hay.
He had grown a beard that made him look somewhat more scruffy but in a charming way. But he seemed so much more relaxed and genuinely happy.
“I like it here,” he said, and for the first time he wasn’t pretending. It was true. The village air had rejuvenated him.
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