At my place

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My place

Its a view that could swallow you, in a place where country fields are draped in patchwork squares.

Into a quilt of green and scorched brown earth.

Where the blue sky is flecked brown with starlings that dance in circles and shadows.

Where Cotton ball clouds lie fat and proud beneath me.

Where I can look down on a Lilliput town, smaller than it seemed before.

I can see the roads and fields I have walked across to finally stand tall again.

I am always alone here

Making daisy chains from buttercups. not a person can be found.

Not a car or a house

Or a light or trace

Of a sound

Could search me out.

Where the hill tops meet the sky and carry me high at my place.

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