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Near and Far
In the distance I saw a tower standing golden in the sun. The light of day was fading, and the rays of it were lighting up the clouds and the tops of a lone Oak far across the field.
Closer at hand, a narrow lane turned northward shouldered by green grass. And just a stone's throw away from me, another Oak, this one already abandoned by the evening light, was casting shadows inward. Night was gradually gathering among its leaves.
A line of Queen Anne's lace standing at the margins of the field separated the far-away from the close-at-hand.
I marveled at the distant tower and the rose-hued clouds and the Oak trees near and far. And then I gazed up the northward leading lane and decided that it was time to go.
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Motivation:
A photo
by
the writing man.
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