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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-04-26 | | A rugged little boy wanders around the unvegetated but solemn terrain of foul valleys. He walks alone somehow just like a floating leaf on the autumn season. He wanders and searches around the cosmos of the world to search for something, but what bothered him is those he found sands, stones, and debris. The world that he is living is the world of nothing but Deserts and Tundras, no trees even a single sign of life. Through his searching he runs over the dead seas and flies across the dark unclouded sky. The days has passed and so as months and years, nothing has changed even a single blink. Because of sorrow he lost his hope, he cries so loud like a mourning boar in the middle of no where. His cries were so loud that could have created a tremor in a single sigh. He cries for so long that until he is put to a deep sleep unconsciously. Years have passed and so as Decades and Centuries, the rugged little boy remains asleep. Until the time has arrived that the boy opened his eyes from a long sleeping, tears flew from his eyes as he witnessed that the world he used to live has transformed into a beautiful meadow full of sweet scented leaves and flowers, as he looked on the sky above a group of birds flies across the mesmerizing clouds, he faced to the right as he hears a laughing voices.
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