He didn’t want to move, everything he loved viewed in front of him, seeing the forests where he explored endlessly as a child. The change was necessary, turning his world upside down. To ease the pain of leaving, he decided to visit nirvana once more.
He entered the path, as he always did, so familiar he could keep his eyes above to the trees. He breathed in their woody scents, it was always refreshing and a time of renewal experience. With a tearful eye, he held up his arms in thankful praise. “I will miss you so”, he murmured.
Awwwe, I so feel for him. Going away from his nirvana!
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A poignant flash, Rugby. I believe we can call upon that feeling, and use the memory during its absence.
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