“It looks like cotton…” she said in a calm voice, “Only, there is no-one working here.”
The landscape was quiet, the never disturbed peace of late summer.
“And there is no shadow…” She added, with a sigh. Did she mean “shade”?
He looked up, toward the darker patches of green, beyond the meadow. Small white clouds leisurely walked the sky. He then looked down at his feet. It is then he realised what she had meant: they no longer had shadows…
They must have crossed the border, in this silence, from the land of the living, to the land of memories.
Time had stopped.
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Beautiful… and not a bad place to find oneself.
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Oh, I loved this!
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Wow
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Beautiful, so peaceful 😊💜
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Nice. I like this one. Sounds like the beginning of a book!
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That reminds me of something that came into my mind recently: In my dreams there exist no shadows…
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