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A Vision

A Vision. The track can only been seen from the air, and memories from times before mine. I saw children playing near a cottage and a woman sat knitting by the sunny wall. Water from the well put in urns, placed in the sun for cleaning pots and pans. A man, ploughing a meagre field while gently harrying the docile donkey on. A cloud halted the sharp sunlight and I clearly saw a ruin, stones and thistle. I knew what I had seen was real time before mine had opened a rift of the past.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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