A recurrent dream

The boy stood motionless in the field as a steady breeze swooshed the tall grass in one direction. He stood absolutely still, holding the fruit in his palm, gazing at the horizon with his tiny eyes. the sun shone brightly upon him. He was alone for miles in every direction. He continued his long hard gaze, changing direction ever so slightly every now and then, as if he was searching something. perhaps in disbelief of his solitude. Then, slowly, he lowered his head and looked at the fruit in his hand. The breeze was a strong wind now. It caused his hair to fly along with the grass. It was a beautiful day.

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