Escape World Peace (Part 2, page 2 of 9)


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Part 2

I looked down at my once clean jeans and favorite blue shirt and I noticed that they were now ripped, covered with mud, and still ringing with water from when I fell into the creek, a few miles back. I must have cut my arms and legs, on the jagged rocks that were in the creek, because I could see signs of blood coming through my pants’ legs and shirt sleeves.

Sitting down to rest, on one of the many stones that were scattered along the pathway, I could hear the leaves rustling in the breeze, the trees swayed back and forth, and the sun was peeking through the white, pillow-like clouds. The day was a mesmerizing, tranquil day. Very peaceful, if it wasn’t for the noise the people were making.

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