Jared Freedman rathat
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The Way of the Wanderer As he sleeps, the insects chirp around him filling the air of an almost white noise, if only someone was listining. As he wakes, the sun rises upon the edge of the world and shines life onto the land once again, if only someone was watching. As he walks, the green grass flows around his toes and eases his feet, If only he wasnt alone. As he eats, the bread is split, the meat is cut the greens are plucked If only someone could share. As he lays down to sleep, choiors of cicadas begin to sing, the sun fades away, the meal is taken by the night hunters, and the grass is lifted from beneath his feet. As he sleeps, he dreams of simple change.