The sacredness of Stonehenge is not diminished for me by the nearby passing of trucks and cars. Rather it is natural that people pass by as people have passed by for thousands of years. It is good that they still do, pass by I mean. It makes this very uncommon place a very common place sitting alongside the road, the road I took to get here and the road I will take to leave and will travel again and again I hope so I might stand here again and again in these stone shadows. I feel very much at home here.
Henry Coble, Finney’s Flats, Idaho, May 14, 1944
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