He stumbled outside and felt his muscles remember what it once was to walk. As his crippled feet stretched and contracted, a slight breeze began to soothe his swollen ankles. He took another step and his feet, already weary, almost gave out beneath him but he caught himself and pulled straight. He took another cautious step, and another, and another. The breeze began to blow faster and it swirled strongly around his ankles knowing, pushing the rain out of his eyes. As his heart began to sing with majesty and his mouth break into the first signs of a smile, a shaft of light penetrated the cloud bank and lit up a hill. His eyes began to glisten with happy tears and the driving rains poured down ever harder to crush his pride but he looked at the heavens and he laughed, taking another trembly step. As his eyes scanned the skies, he cried out in joy and the laughter in his voice echoed the happiness of the heavens as the wind blew off his worn clothes to reveal a splendorous robe of blue. His eyes crinkled and the clouds were blown off as he yelled his exuberance to all that could hear. His ancient, creaking voice broke and a deep melodious tone boomed forth. He pushed his legs forward and began to run and all his cares broke from him as youth flooded his veins. The sunlight spread like a wave across the land and he ran until his skin was smooth and his voice was rich, then he stopped at the feet of an ancient caretaker, dressed in robes of white. All around him echoed the memories of all who had ever been and a thousand ancestors, a million, more whispered stories of gratitude. The boy knelt at his feet and carefully brought his glance up.
The youth cautiously met the eyes of the ancient and as he saw all the joy that two eyes could hold merge seamlessly with all the sorrow, a word was wrung from his lips. His body was destroyed and he walked free as the whispered sounds fell to the earth.
Father.
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