Imagine us on a silent walk through lush greens, imagine us resting for a while on a dusty road, imagine us drinking cool water while we take in the simple wonder of a thirst satisfied, imagine us coming to the end of a fine summer's day, imagine us reaching white sands, perhaps a shelter for the night and the smell of pine at the break of dawn, imagine us not thinking too hard about time and its unshapely offspring, imagine us not worrying too much about the price of it all, imagine us not really caring whether we shall ever return from here at all, imagine us, and it will be so, it will be so.
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