He sank to the ground on a small hill nestled in the mountains
His body and mind relaxed.
The only sound was a soft whisper caused by a light breeze brushing through the tall grass.
It touched his skin.
His thoughts escaped the capsules of words and drifted through his consciousness.
He gazed at the sunset.
Like his thoughts, the colors escaped their definitions and became beauty.
He witnessed the beauty and felt the breeze as he tasted and smelled an eternity of sensations.
Reality embraced by an unencumbered soul.
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