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He was on the run and hurting. Drowsy with sleep. He wasn't headed anywhere in particular. He was walking among yellow sunflowers that gave way, opening a breach under the purple shadow of the sky.
He saw the evening star born before his eyes. He felt the wind swirl around him. The same wind that pushed the clouds along tearing them apart. He heard the earth moan from the pressure of his footsteps. And he kept going.