Perspective

Alone here upon the plains where there are no mountain peaks to climb one learns to sit among the tares and dream wheat dreams. With no object to look up to or down upon, the sight straightens like an arrow narrowing the distance it takes to strike the heart of space and spill it on a cartographers horizon erased by sun.

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