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This place seemed oddly familiar. Kind of an old setting from my childhood. In the distance, I could see what remained of the old soccer field that stood while I was a child. Beyond that, shadowed by far away trees and brush, was the towering construction of an unfinished school. A place where I once spent much of my time, but in this age, wasn't quite complete yet. The sun was in eternal loop, settling in at one comfortable position just above the horizon. It was plenty bright enough to see outside, but things all around had that lazy orange glow to them. The kind that kinds of fades into focus as a sunny day comes to a tired close. These amazing clouds lined every inch of the sky. Some grey, some pure white, none of them shadowing any gloom over me. They reflected the sunset in a way that no one could describe with any language of any culture. A light breeze always circled through the warm air, rustling leaves into an excited dance as we scurried about. A thin barrier of tall oak trees surrounded everything, giving loving shade and providing a sense of safety and security. Houses rose to greet us, providing homes for the friendly neighbors who never really seemed any more indifferent to the world than we were. Each one casted its own emotion on to the grass, and acted as a home for yet another child to join in our games. Everything was lively, full of expression and feeling. Not a touch of sadness could approach us, and none of us really had much to worry about. We were in a sanctuary, protected on all sides by people, plants and homes that wanted us to be happy. Every would-be inanimate object was happy to be there, just to sit and watch us run around and yell and laugh joyfully in the open air. The grass in our friendly open space that we ran about in reached up to our heels, and was always comfortable whenever we landed on it by accident and laid in it to relax. Beyond that, a hill slunk downwards gently, leading to a lake with wide open and crystal clear waters. A swing-line hung from a tree nearby, and we'd spend many an hour just flying through the air and rocketing into the lake's waters. A single building stood in the midst of our bright green paradise. It acted as a sort of base camp, resembling the two houses that I could recall most mixed together. The windows were tinted and two kind-hearted souls dwelled inside, always welcoming us and telling us stories and feeding us when we were hungry. Our valley was all our own. We were kids for eternity, without anything to haunt us from the outside world. All of my friends and family surrounded me, as happy and healthy as any of us could possibly be. It all fit together, things were simple and sweet.  It's how it should be. How it would be.