The Field

There’s this field. It is so beautiful and open yet secluded and surrounded by trees that are perched on the cliff. You often stand above, looking down wishing you could be in the middle of that field. So, you do. You go down in the field, and look up at the cliffs surrounding it with the perched trees that grow slightly slanted. And you look up, wishing you were up there looking down, wishing you were exactly where you are.


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