“Close your eyes,” he told me. I laid back on the recliner, closed my eyes, and sunk into a meditative state. He continued. “See yourself walking down a stairway. Down… down… down…”
I was in a fortress. The walls and floor were all made of polished stone. I walked down a spiral stairway. I came to a window on my left. I looked out at the clear blue sky and the emerald fields below. Far below. Leaning against the window sill, I sighed. Here I was alone. Here I am alone, and it’s where I go to find peace.
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