. born in the wrong era .
Often, I have believed
I'd been born in the wrong era. An era of machines that set us free, that
allowed women, finally, to chisel their own path, to be alone, to be independent.
An era of machines that kept us chained, that erased the last of the open
spaces, the last chance to roam widely, forever across the earth. Often, I
have believed I'd been born in the wrong era, the era where there were only
pockets of wild clinging desperately to the earth.
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