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there was once a sage
who started his day
peeling off the cracked
dull words he spoke
so many years before this day.

the times were changing
he'd tell himself.
but he knew his time was
just about up.

he didn't bother packing his
things. he just got up
and headed across the lands
and fields, climbing hills,
walked thru a few village streets
until he reached a far isolated
field. with a single tree.

he settled himself down and
positioned himself in full lotus
position. meditating. breathing
what he knew to be his last
few breathes.

time passed as it normally did
for what felt like years.

the sage finally found his last moment
of peace tho.

until next time,
he whispered.

with a sudden flash, his flesh left
him and he was left as a single
statue under a tree...