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In a field
Quiet, smooth, rumbling weeds.
The wind, gently touching each tip
The swaying sound it makes
Staring at the clouds.
Each ray of sun coming through, strong, hitting my face,
Just as you were at the beach
Waves, sand, children laughing
The water coming to my feet, as each wave rolls in.
You look up and see the clouds, the same clouds you see anywhere
Same clouds as the field,
Same rays of light hitting the same spot on my face.
Lie down and look up again
It's gone.
All of the clouds have disappeared.
Nothing
Nowhere
No sand, water, children
No more weeds or even wind
It's gone.
All gone. No sun, no sound, nothing.