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Pale grey eyes stared at the meadow's horizon. He was focused not on the tips of the flowers and grass, which are blurry in his vision, but what lies beyond them.
The ever-lasting sky.
His wrinkled face made a smile as he lied down and looked at the never-ending blue and reminisced about everything.
His trials. His obstacles. His ordeals. His pain. His sorrow. His achievements. His comfort. His joy. His love. His happiness.
The sky had seen it all.
And in the fresh grass, his old bones feel young again as he remembered about days long gone.
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Thanks for the idea Castle of Ice. XD