The loveliest thing about a flat country is that you can see far, so far. As far as your dreams can take you and a bit beyond.

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There’s this one hill, rising high, always silent at the horizon. You climb the hill with the grass between your toes. The sun hangs low as you look over your sholder. The air is summerwarm and wet, the mist slowly creeps in from a distant ocean. At the top the evening wind moves the world and you feel that familiar chill run down your back. You’re left standing and gazing out over your kingdom while the sun leaves the day. Night creeps up your hill and reaches your toes, the horizon glistens of lonely windows, the sky of mellow stars. Slowly the windows burn out, and all that is left in your kingdom is stars and a silent hill.

Someone takes your hand, and you’re not alone.