Outside, the view flashes by quickly and he remembers the stranger asking him if he is happy with his life. He thinks of b. It's ridiculous how his happiness, his whole life, revolves around b. He looks back on his life from the day b came into his life. He's no longer the whiner b used to chide him for. And he's definitely more independent. He's far from perfect, having lots more to work on. But at this moment in time, he is happy with his life.
Inside, people sit by the windows and enjoy the scenery. Some eat their dinners, others chat. Some read whilst others play cards.
Outside, the view flashes by quickly and a smile appears on his lips. In the warm glow of the setting sun, farmers tend to wide flat areas of box-plot farmland. Ploughing, weeding and fertilizing. Stone or brick houses replace wooden houses of old but farmers still use old-fashion ploughs and hoes. In the warm glow of the setting sun, he is happy with his life.
He misses b this much. But he revels in his nostalgia. Lost. Both in time and space.
Inside, people sit by the windows and enjoy the scenery. Some eat their dinners, others chat. Some read whilst others play cards.
Outside, the view flashes by quickly and a smile appears on his lips. In the warm glow of the setting sun, farmers tend to wide flat areas of box-plot farmland. Ploughing, weeding and fertilizing. Stone or brick houses replace wooden houses of old but farmers still use old-fashion ploughs and hoes. In the warm glow of the setting sun, he is happy with his life.
He misses b this much. But he revels in his nostalgia. Lost. Both in time and space.
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