Drip, drip, drip. I listen to the water falling from the stream.
Soothing, calming, cleansing. Never ending , this calming sound.
So peaceful, relaxing. I wish I could listen to it longer.
But now I must go, leaving the calm behind, walking straight into the great pain of the world.
There is no chance that I will return to this place.
For though it seemed so real before, I can only find memory of it now. Then I hear it. Drip, drip, drip. A smile grows as I listen.
The calm has returned.
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