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The path seemed

unending and

the sun

never set...

                    And it seemed like 

                                        I was 

                                     the 

                                 only

                         here.

           There was an

           eerie silence.

                          The wind

                          never blew

                          nor did the

                          birds sing.

     It seemed that

     all of nature

     had fallen into a

                      deep,

                            deep

                                sleep.

                                     Nothing was making 

                                     any sound except 

                                     for my own feet

                stepping on the 

                crisp fallen leaves.

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