Grass and rabbit and the wood and after all there s only me the world become more

beautiful to see and just see an eerie silence reigns the all I survey louder, much louder than that of the thunder my realisation strays finer to finest in it s own way it s something just beyond to say the only thing I could remember I was blown off somewhere eddies of mist rose from that valley thrown me into ecstacy the melancholy of a recluse a state of euphoria abuse a hermitage, abundant in life after death something you just cant hate but the grass burned out suddenly realised, I was not in me.

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