The Field

Running through the wheat field
Feeling the wind against your face
And your problems behind you
Quickly turning left
Make a sharp right
Then you are there at the center of the field
Your paradise, your place away from home
No one can find you
There is no cell phone reception
You are lost
Until you and only you want to be found
Laying with your back on the ground
Closing your eyes
Your face gets kissed by the sun
Take a deep breath
Sigh with satisfaction
This is your time

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