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Beyond the panes
of the varnished rain-sealed fence
lay a field,
a meadow
filled with green.
I’d first seen it
with my youthful eyes
while it was lit up
like a sea of metal
on the summer day.
We’d cracked and shifted
a panel of fence.
crept into the sea
and ran.
To ourselves this was the gateway
to the rest of the world.
We ran to the nearest
largest tree
and turned back…
we never got further.