Reify As the smell of freshly cut grass wafts through my nose, I lie in the breeze of the wind and the lapping of the current against the rocks making me wistful. Blades of green grazing my skin reminds me of when I would seek comfort in these pastures. Away from the blinding flashes of cameras and under the rays of the sun on my face. Away from pedestals to look down on people and into lakeside reflections. Away from being the subject of both legend and song and becoming the teller of stories and a player of tunes. Raised to take after my kin made immortal by power. Whose footfalls cause tremors and have countries on their knees. Whose voices can melt steel. Whose heat are felt through the clay of statues erected for them. Beauty is an all-encompassing adornment. Kindness is a wholesome rarity. As I bend over the pool, these are the thoughts I have traveled realms to search for
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WRITTEN BY AQUILINA VISUAL BY TIMOTHEE RAMON S. CONSING
