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The hill is where my heart is. It's a peaceful place. Laying here thinking of life. What is my purpose here? Should I care or do I dwell on the fact too much? A warm breeze passes over my body. I sit looking up looking down the never-ending hill. I grip the grass to my sides. Taking in a deep breath I fall back down on my back and stare back into the clouds. What a wonderful hill to lose your mind in.