The Field

My first memories are that of a huge cornfield. The immense beauty of nothingness. A warm wind that caresses my thoughts. The sky is grey, quiet, and I’m almost afraid to look at it. An inverted sea the depth of a thousand clouds. I hug my mother, I take in her perfume and touch her black dress, feeling the wind helps me understand the confines of my world: my mothers arms. I keep one eye open, I see only field, field sky, sky, sky, field. Golden fire and waves of rain. Where is the sun? There is no need to […]

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