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As I walked back inside and locked the door behind me, the house felt entirely different. It no longer felt like a place where my privacy had been violated; it felt like a home that was part of a much larger, living world. I realized then how much of our lives are spent in a bubble of our own making, completely oblivious to the intricate cycles of nature that are constantly unfolding right beneath our feet, inside our walls, and behind our furniture. We spend so much energy worrying about the āstrangersā in our lives that we forget we share our spaces with countless other beings just trying to exist.
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