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Walking Along The Road of Life

 
He walked the dusty African road, slowly and without changing his pace.
He had a backpack on his back filled with dirty bottles of water and a stale loaf of bread. On his right arm he had an armband made of bronze. It had a picture of an eagle eating the remains of a dead person etched into it with a neat circle encasing it.

The man kept walking until he arrived at a massive baobab tree. There he stopped and sat down, letting out a sigh as he rummaged through the bag, trying to grab the bread which was inside it. Once successful, he ripped of a small chunk and nibbled on it. He would have to save as much food and drink as he could as his destinati[font=Times New Roman]
on was far away and would take great determination to get there.

The old man with his wrinkled skeletal body carefully put his head against the trunk of the baobab tree and closed his eyes. ALmost instantly falling into a deep sleep that he would unfortunately never repeat.

As his body went limp and his mind went numb the long wispy hairs on his chin blew in the wind as the old mans spirit soared into the sky. He was continuing his journey and he would soon be reunited with his family once more.[/font]
Written by Narocia (Tesana)
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