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trails we became insane and knew that forever we would run with insanity in our hearts through the trees of the world with Mount Lebanon at our heels. Running over the hills I would hit the dirt and turn on my belly lift my rifle even with a moving cps head and blast him right above the ear so he was dead before he hit the ground and the red blood flowed in lines across his blue uniform. Bang bang, did you get one too Daniel, sure did he would say, getting up and running again through red yellow bushes over fallen moss brown trees. And we would run up another hill catching the blue of sky in the next valley and turning our bodies in the air and rolling down down over leaves and little bits of berries scattered in the seperate soil. We shook from our hair, rising again and hitting the dirt again and shooting wild and fast at lines of undescribed men towering above us with their faces vanishing in the sun. When we left the forest we would plunder among the castles. It was in Autum and we had stolen pumpkins from the Baptist ministers home and were laughing at them walking through the roadways of yellow red and brown brick that sounded click click under our dancing feet. They became Pumpkin the tough kids head and we made fun of the shapes and threw them high and caught them turning with them our faces spinning in passing visions of one another. Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater we sang parading about the neighborhood high in our excitement above the other children. The next day our parents found out and we had to go and get the pumpkins from where we had hid them and return them to the Minister. Daniel and I seperated at the Ministers deciding to follow orders from our individual castles and return immediately home. There was Pumpkin waiting for me when I rounded the last corner home and began walking down