not to spoil the ending for you, but everything's going to be okey.






I'm turning around. Watching the branches of the trees swaying in the wind. Listening to the creaking sound from the old spruce. Letting my hair tickle in my face. Turning my head down, gazing at the green grass.... There's a reason why I'm here, exactly in this place, in this present moment. There's a reason. I'm not hiding, I'm making myself prepared.


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