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Sunflowers

I run and run. The warm summer air blows my long brown hair up behind me. My eyes are closed tight. My blank white t-shirt flies up behind me. The wind whistles through my jeans. As I run the sunflowers blow past me, like blurs on fogged glass.

The flowrs encape me. I can’t see where I started verses where I’m going. That’s the thing I love about running through this field of flowers. I can never know where it’s taken me. I can always come here to get away from everything. When ever I come here, I feel as though my whole life doesn’t matter anymore, like I could have done anything and I wouldn’t care the least bit.

This feild is my own specail place, where I can come to get away from anything and anyone.

I stop now. Sitting. I look up to see the darkness is approaching. When I began, it was light, now it is dark. Oh, how time flies.

I am tired and do not feel like running back. So, I lay down, in the sunflower field. Letting the moon light the earth. As I fall alseep, everything feels right…

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