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The Field of Realization

In a town of no more than three thousand people, a one-acre field sits encompassed around a small community of family homes. The field lays barren for whatever reason that the owner felt it would not benefit her or anyone else. It grows thick grass within a few days but is quickly trodden down by the blades of a lawnmower within the week. This field, to many, means nothing. But to two souls, it means the start of a friendship. A friendship that would span almost a decade before time does what times does best and separates them. This field laid barren of activity for many years after the children born in the 1970s grew up and moved away. Time spanned almost thirty years before one small boy would find himself in that field.