Wing Armed man in: Colors

He loved this world it spoke of, the greens that hang from the tree's the the leaves long fallen from the tree's spreading its oranges, reds, and yellows thickly through the grass. The color of the sun as it beat down on it all as if it's presence colors the world all the more. He dreamed of being this man, to stand as he did his arm resting on the cool bark. Ideas of himself if placed in such a world flashing through his eye lids every time he closed them. What more could he ask for?

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