I see fields… lush green fields with rolling hills in the background. The distance from where gaze.. as though I am a bird perched on the opposite hill. I can hear sounds of water gurgling as if, a narrow stream is hidden in grasslands somewhere..rolling rapidly as though it has to reach someplace it has promised someone to be. And she is late., yet it is rushing with joy… I can almost feel the mirth.
The rustle of the grass and a bird song sporadically breaks the otherwise constant silence.
I don’t know how long I been sitting there. I swoop. I fly. Large wings. Gracefully.
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