A circle

If life is a circle… so what I was dreaming about?

Last night I was running on the mountains. Not those really high ones, those smaller ones, where rocks are covered with tiny grass. I was running with other people around. But then, suddenly I started to run not like them, I stopped and turned and run back… under my feet there were tiny graves with lots of colorful ribbons and tiny sculptures, and I was running over them…watching them, listening to them, having fun of all that past, feeling amazing beauty of it…

Everybody else did not bother about the graves, running clock wise, and me like that crazy one choose to take the road back… and what does it mean?

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