Alone I walk in the valley between reality and fantasy. The sky is the brightest of blues, cloudless, yet it has no colour. The wind rustles the leaves of the maple and elm trees and the blades of grass dance to the sounds of birds singing and wind blowing. Yet beneath my feet are motionless grains of sand and the only sound is that of the steady beating of my own heart. The hills roll
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stare at me. The sun filled with heat and passion, and the moon intense with sincerity and warmth. The mountains and hills come closer to enclose me in the safety of the arms of my environment, but the emptiness and sand amid desert reach out to the edges of the universe. Only the eyes watching over me make me feel safe, safe enough to breathe, safe enough to sleep in the arms of the hills.