The travel
The landscape I remember is a place from a dream
and has no time or distance, although I have not
been here for a long time it’s easy to get to, it only
takes the blink of an eye. No one gets old here where
now is always present, mother is there shakes her
head thinks I have gone old and grey, my brother on
the other hand, smiles he used to be the oldest one;
and my sister is, as always, beautiful. I don’t stay here
long it is place so perfect that there is no dust about,
the sky is always blue, sun is noon; an overwhelming,
peace rest and hums like a phone line gone silent,
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