A womanly gaze falls upon my face. I look out into the grandness only to feel it as a mess. Confusion settles in, perplexed that my head may spin. Yearning, burning inside, to be set free on the open land and golden wheat tide. Pursed lips from over concentration. Blank, emotionless eyes from too many inside cries. To where am I going? To where have I gone? The question repeats as I move forward and on.
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