Victory is untold
Fourscore and half a standard year ago, I walked through green fields covered in fresh dew. The quiet sounds of the farm awakening echoed across the meadow, but I paid them no mind. My eyes were fixed ahead, on the stream and on the darkened tree line. Inside the small grove lay a circle of mismatched stones surrounding a single large boulder. That boulder was my quiet hiding place, where I would go to depart from the world of the daily, and be in the world of the eternal.
I believe that this day is not to be agreed upon
2 comments:
Mr. Meltsner would you kindly explain this post. I mean, maybe I'm just dense but you're not even Fourscore and a half year old!lin
Nope. It explains itself. It's a story.
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