And so it walks among the fields,
the very fields it once saw from afar,
dreaming to step upon the high grass,
wishing to wander along the nigh sights.
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atticus_made (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
All things come to the patient, dreams enacted for those that wait. Lovely
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