I lay on the grass and looked at the deep blue
skies. The blue with patches of white clouds soothed my soul. Blessings
crept into me. The chill air made me uneasy but the warmth of the sun
was my source. I kept looking at the skies.

For a long I was thought less. In real, thinking
for a reason to agitate. Thinking for something to think I was at peace
but my mind was looking for reasons. They say mind is always restless.
It is more difficult to control the mind than to control the winds.

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