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The Journey IV

A rolling slope of green grass....A shade of the tree near by....a lone tree yet filled with amazing beauty around. I sit...I sit with my legs crouched...my hands around it...my head on it...I lift my head up...and the sky is blue...a clear sky...few clouds..
i see under the hillock...a village...houses...streets...kids...lamps...roofs...anda same constant color all through the place...
i sit there withtthe breeze so still....all i can hear is the slight rustling of the leaves....the passage of the clouds...if they ever made any noise...
i rest my head on my hands....and look down...i see people....i see friends...faces...people...walking up the hill....they walk...they walk to me...walk beside me...away from me...they look at me and they smile... i look back and i have nothing to say....i just look...at each oone of them as they make their way up the hill...
When i then turn my eyes to down the hill...I see them all...I see my family...for they are there...they are standing right there...all nine of them...and all i do...is look....
my gaze going out right to them....as each of theirs is fixed right on me...

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