And as she watches the man walking over the horizon, cradling the child - the child she loved, the child who still gazes at her with the same blue eyes that saw the rushing car, the same soft, fuzzy ears that heard the blaring of horns - she knows that nothing else matters anymore, and that the tears streaming down her cheeks are only distant reflections that shatter in the warmth of the man's embrace, in the cries of joy, the song of laughter ringing out into the gently bristling fields where the ones she loved await her return with open arms and smiles in their eyes.​626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVyQehe1SFe
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