Stranger

Thanks to Deb for betaing.

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The trees whisper to me. Their leaves move like a vast sea of green against the cerulean sky. They welcome me, yet the warrior I am does not recognize them. Wars have been fought on these grounds, and peace has been won. Is this my home?

Yes, the trees murmur.

I have changed. My dreams are plagued with visions of moving waters instead of woodland havens.

The leaves rustle beckoning me. In my heart, however, there is only the fluid rolling of the Sea.

I realize the truth I have denied myself. I am a stranger in my own land.