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My feet is moving but I am standing on the ground, my heart is reeling, and I want to get out of this miserable town; fraudsters and haters all gather around knocking the tambourine and shouting profanities across the stream.  

A sudden chill came over my chest and captivates my body leaving me gasping for breath. I pressed towards the door to breathe fresh air and a sudden force lift me off my feet and land me next to the banyan tree and there I knelt and whisper a silent prayer for thee.  

I knelt there for a while waiting for something to happen and I felt a warm wind rushing in and the spirit of sweet communion came over me. 

It was like paradise revealing itself on earth and for one split second I could feel a special bond connecting me to something that was bigger than man. 

It was magnetic and strong, and it led me towards a purpose I did not understand. It was cold and deep and had strong wisdom teeth. 

I look towards the horizon, and I catch a glimpse of you looking at me, I wasn’t quite sure what you were thinking but you were relaxed and the anxious look that you once had on your face vanished. 

Your countenance changed in a jiffy, and you looked extremely happy. I didn’t know what to make of it but it brought peace and tranquility and the moment I saw the sunset I knew that you were on a journey to settle an age-old land score and, my dream suddenly came alive. 

I can hear your voice in the room telling me that you will be coming to see me soon, the land is waiting to greet you with open arms and the embrace will meet you at the top of the lawn. 

It will wrap your arm around its waist, and you will bond with the picture hanging in gallery.  

The parrots are hanging around listening for something to take back to the town so let your words be yea, yea, and nay nay.

 Autumn will tell the story of your journey from the crossroads to the big screen that is positioned in the middle of the city and the moment you walked into the room you will feel the love squeezing the sides of your shoes. 

The day is running a marathon in the sky and the good angels are passing by, the message is clear that no one will be left over there so anchor your dreams in the middle of the sea and your long last love will come searching after thee.

My spirit is high, and I have got to move out of this lane and catch the early train. This too will pass.
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