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"we'd reached the middle ground, when dawn slides into morning and the moon is still visible on the other side of the sky; when the sky seeps from goldenrod to sapphire but the fields still shine, as though someone dipped a knife into an ancient Egyptian treasure room and spread it across the horizon...we skimmed over the tops of the tall grasses, making sweeping ripples that stretched for acres, and the spirit of the earth chased after, struggling to keep up. arms outstretched, we soared above paths barely trampled, unknown to most and unsought by even more. there was laughter and cool winds under the summer sun while we raced and spun wildly, dodging hawks and dragonflies, our eyes shining as brilliantly as the golden boughs below us. we clasped hands and locked gazes and for a moment even our paradise below ceased to exist. we'd left even our own perfect world behind, cast aside without purpose, left for others to soar over and drink in, those with hearts light and strong enough for flight. our faces glowed, holy as the angels in reniassace stained glass windows, and all doubt had fallen away with the rest of the world. we'd slipped through the cracks in the silkiest of changes, of timeshifts, and we'd found eternity, where roads never trodden never end, where nobody walks and everybody flies..."
O, my brothers and Friends Only.
O, my brothers and Friends Only.