It's Real

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    It was a beautiful field, luscious with pink and white daisies.  There was one odd daisy however, a purple one about halfway up a small hill in the center of the field.  The sun was gentle and warm. The soft wind caressed my skin and tickled the hair on my chest as it quietly moved them about.  There were tall trees surrounding the meadow, majestic in their stately dignity.  Their firm, unyielding strength was evident in the scarred maroon bark.  The orange, red, and green leaves accentuated the loose density of the tree’s numbers.

    The scene would have been exceedingly peaceful and relaxing had it not been for the phone booth on top of the rise.  Worse yet, there was a jarring, harsh ringing coming from the phone.  The booth seemed out of place, there is nothing tranquil about phones, or booths; I didn’t like it there.  Luckily I am immune to the compulsive need to answer phones.  Hate the damn things actually.  But, it was an issue soon to be resolved.

    There was a small herd of an odd animal wandering out of the forest.  They were covered with turquoise hair, long and shaggy; they had horns like water buffalo.  They stood perhaps three feet at the shoulder.  Then things got somewhat odd.

    A herd of elephants came floating across the sky like large yellow dirigibles, regally moving through the heavens. They then began to float down to the ground, scattered about the field.  One elephant in particular, closer to a very light brown than yellow, landed on the phone, crushing it.  The ringing gratefully ceased.

    All in all, it was a rather pleasant flashback.

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