You will not find it on any map. You have to squeeze through a gap in the lattice, scrape your belly a bit, and trust a spider named Margot. But on the other side lies the most peaceful place on earth.
Cool dirt. Dim light. Old garden tools that have retired. A family of mice that have an agreement with us not to talk about it. The silence under there is so deep you can hear your own whiskers think.
I stayed for two days, and when I came out, the world looked slightly too loud. Margot waved goodbye with seven legs. The eighth was holding a snack.
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