Whispering meadows, tranquil rolling streams, flowers of gold, amber and rose, a morning sun adds a glow to all around, fluffy cotton clouds, birds singing, deer and rabbits frolicking, a bear catching fish in the stream, trees blooming and grasses growing, mountain snow slowly melting and pooling in the foot hills, a train in the distance steaming ahead, whistle blowing scaring the elk off the tracks, town up ahead, villagers slowly getting out of bed, coffee brewing and eggs frying, strangers arriving and welcomed like lost friends at the station, no cars, no trucks, one road in and one road out, every one lives walking distance to the town, the train brings people, and all the goods the village needs, no electricity no internet, like a page out of an old book, the town stuck in a century past, everyone happy, everyone clueless just beyond the horizon over the mountains, war has come home, nukes blasting, people dying, society rotting, but the village stays the same, unaware and unaffected by the rest of the world, a stranger asks how can this be, only to find not one would answer not one could care.
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