Sunday, June 14, 2009
Page eleven
I'm out, I can't believe it, I'm really out. I don't feel any older, in fact what I feel is a sense of jubilation. I just picked up my small bag of valuables and momentos, walked right up to that huge green wall of trees, did not hesitate even a bit, strolled right straight through to the other side. At least, that's where I think I am. I looked behind me to see what I could see, and Shangri-la was gone. I even attempted to walk back through the line of trees, but nowhere could I see from whence I had come. I guess I'm stuck here, stuck on the other side. I don't feel any older, but I do feel a certain kind of growing older physicality. Hmm, wonder how long this will last? I turned my head towards a strange sound, is that quiet laughter coming from the trees? Better be on my way, lots to do, people to see, Naomi to find. With that thought, I grab my bag, shoulder it and begin my trek.
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