I stopped panicking, even though my breathing became difficult and my vision was unclear. I had one option in my mind. Survive. Something gave me the strength to surface. All I remember was the sounds of what I can only describe as people trying to revive my conscious mind. The voices had awaken me once again. The spirit within made contact. Present day caught up with my alternative escape.
Forever misunderstood and sadly forever forgotten about. The days of unity have divided what we once notioned as family. The seeds have long been sewn and the fruits of the tree of life are ripe into maturity. The next generation are still being readied to carry on the cycle. There are the only hope to repair the ageing tree. They have to be allowed to make changes for they will carry the torch of unity that will one day become a legacy!
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