A field in Ireland Lying in the grass in a field in Boyle, Ireland.My eyes are closed. I don't need to see the sun. I can feel it, falling slowly on my face like warm feathers from the clouds. There is no wind. Nothing to disturb the glass expect for myself. I'm trying not to move, because I'm in such a state of relaxation, so far from everything that could possibly upset me. I feel a bird land near my head. I feel more natural, more organic than I've ever felt. I feel like I'm not a moving part of this world. I feel like I'm part of everything else. Even the bird doesn't realise that I'm there.I open my eyes and the sun blinds me, the glare from the clouds
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