Two different countries, two different people. Werner, my Swiss Grandad. Born in 1931. In 1944 he saw the big fire in my German hometown when the allies dropped their first bombs. Mamita, the French-American grandmom of my husband. Born in 1937. Her dad emigrated to the United States during WWI to flee the war.  

Their lives have a calm rhythm to them and seem isolated at first. But once I looked closer, I found a lot of vibrancy and color. They live close to nature, know everyone in their villages, know what the weather will be like with just one quick look at the sky and the light. I found wisdom in a new dimension and those are moments of their lives.

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