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I see a sunset smeared, with just the right amount of colour. A sun setting over a sea of long prairie grass. Where one could watch the land move with the wind, likes the waves on an ocean. A place where the wind blows free and there is nothing to break the light of the sun. Where sage brush hides our secrets. In the left there is fire. Life, and warmth that carries us through the winter. A place to tell our stories, stare at the stars, and revel in the fact that we are living. To know that we are not simply moving through this world alive. But instead, are living.

I have thoughts about the other two too :)