It's beautiful there, at my parents'. You're quickly in the middle of wilderness. Ignore the houses. There's lots of water, plenty of fantastic wetlands. It's been dry here the past few years. This place looks a lot better when there is lots of water. It's pretty.
There on cloudy days, at dusk, or when dark, my mind flashes back. Walking each road, looking for my friend. My older not entirely healthy friend. All that ends well isn't always well. A wicked car accident--though unhurt, still stained. I block it out, the flash. Eyes closed to those 24 hours, the constant calling out. No voice nor sight in return. It had always been so peaceful. Wilderness brings peace. Now eery silence.
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