In the stillness of the afternoon sun, beside a narrow spring and amidst the green overbearing trees sat a very old man with eyes closed sitting very still. The stories of his past showed as wrinkles on his face and the miles he traversed were evident in his old worn out shoes. He was resting as if he had given up on the joys of living or maybe he didn’t care. enough. He had seen far too much in the past and the present was rapidly changing. This instant made me wonder if life is indeed moving too fast and outside this zone the world we are a part of has lost touch of being one with nature!!!!
Address the Identity
The landing card asked for my address, and for a long moment, I was hovering the pen above the paper, I was no longer entitled to write...
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