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The countryside sometimes brings peace to your soul it is where you want to be when your spirit grows old, when your heart is ripping out and you cannot find an outlet to shout that is where you should go to get rid of the stress and release the anxiety. 

Not everywhere you can call home, you have to look for somewhere profound to roam, the grass has covered the land and there is nowhere to stand except in the middle of road. 

Midnight is barking around the town and the traffic is running up and down, the music is playing in the background, and she stand at the window in her night gown looking beyond the horizon, the night gets louder and the satellites in the sky with its flickering lights stood over the house and pull the cloud over its nose. 

I wonder what she was thinking when she starts singing that awful hymn, something must have flashed across her mind and suddenly she burst out in tears and start to cry and the night drift and drift and slowly fade away. 

There must be something heavenly up there, it is something that you cannot see, and it connects deeply in the sea, it has an emblem and a star and something that you can piece together to solve the problem of the age-old land and your distant cousin.  

I glide among the clouds looking for something to make me feel whole, but the clouds keep embracing me and destiny keeps running behind me and something magnetic keeps pulling me towards the sea. The moon is out, and the fish keeps swimming all about and the mystics in the night sky is having a conversation with the universe that is coiled around the earth.

Listen carefully to the sounds around you and keep looking at the sky above you, there are millions of stars in the sky orbiting with the moon and lighting up the earth beneath it, 

Glory is shining above you and paradise is drowning beneath you and the butterflies in the garden are gazing at the honeybee stuck in the ceiling, they are piecing together a formidable plan of how to drive the foreigners off the land. 

I am getting ready to embark on the next journey, and the night sky will me there with lots of things to share, hold your head up high when you fly through the clouds.
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