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The loud horn of the passing bus woke him up from his dream. ....
He was dazed and tired from the long walk.
Utopian endings happen only in Fairy Tales ... in the real world... things are far more complicated and difficult ....
20 more minutes to go .....

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The cobble stones on the pathway chatter as he walks forward. He preferred to lie down on the verdant grass of the town park and look straight into the skies;watch the birds fly away. The park was littered with trash and dry leaves from the autumn fall. He scraped away the leaves from the stone bench and sat down. Eyes down on the grass .... he started thinking ....alone ...

The Square

Sometings just dont change. Like the rusty lamps on the parapace of the square. And the constant din of the buses and the cacophony of the wiley merchants, selling dreams for a good price. The air had the scent of lavender and smoke.