One morning in Britain a year and a half ago, I accidentally visited Stonehenge. I was driving from London to Devon to visit my relatives there, and from the fog beside the highway suddenly arose the misty outline of the stones. Startled, overjoyed, and in no rush to arrive at my destination, I pulled off at the turn and walked out to gaze in contemplation on the weathered prehistory of my ancestors.
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