Home

The way home never seemed clearer than it did at that moment.

The trees swayed apart and the moonlight beamed a clear path through.

The night air felt cool against his skin, the breeze rustled his beard gently.

The call was clear, home was beckoning from just beyond the horizon.

 

Take a breath. Go home.

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