I looked into the cluster of trees
The wind rustling the leaves above me
The woodland’s call soothing my soul
I gazed along the rolling hills
The seasons forgotten death
Littered with the life of a new dawn
The air about me was gentle
I was comfortable here
This was my home
The wind began to move in large gusts
Thunder shouting in the distance
Protesting my recent decision
With a sigh I turn
The objections biting my eyes
I take a step towards the clearing
Not ready, but willing, to face my new fate
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