March 10, 2009
By Alex Brown BRONZE, Eastsound, Washington
Alex Brown BRONZE, Eastsound, Washington
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The light pounds against my body, a cool breeze rustles over my skin. I gaze upward into the light wispy clouds and the blue sky. As I close my eyes the Earth seems to fall out from under me. The only connection I have left with it is the tall grass swaying against me but it soon fades away. Everything goes blank. The only difference between an inanimate object and me is that I can sense my existence. The Earth slowly begins to come back to me the soft warm ground caresses my back. The crisp smell of summer air rushes into my nose. A large grin spreads across my face, its as if all my troubles and worries are lifted away; devoured by Mother Nature relieving the weight that they bear. All my muscles relax as I drift asleep in the vast open space around the large maple tree.

The author's comments:
well its kinda nonfiction... but not really

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