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Oblivion layed back down in the grassy feild once more looking at the distant sky and now a cloud had covered the over head sun giving a shade of refreshing wind that seemed to blow at the same time and he sighed once more. " one feild of grass in the sun with a small breeze is all but a small dream to one such as me the field of grass is like the ocean it switching everyway whichever way the wind blows as the moon pulls the waves so would the wind pull flames if this santuary was to catch fire stars at night easily seen and reminded us all of what we are here for but I ignore that which is why I feel the way I do I suppose this is what a dream would be for one that I would want to live in forever and never leave with music ever so softly playing to give an even more content passage on the path to this everlasting dream...."

And for those who dreams never be shown then welcome to an open expression.....