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Journey like honey with those that I love to a place that is not so bitter. some place sweet like honey where the grass is tall with different shades of green. some place in the country. 

Some place where the dandelions grow full while the honey bees fly to and from in the colorful field as a pair of lovers sit on a blanket with a basket of delicious food. some place where the collie and labrador can run out of sight in the tall grass fetching a green frisbee from a little girl as the sound of the river speeds up and the boys come running back with a pail of fresh water bass. 

some place where during the sunset the sky is a mixture of red purplish blue with rays of yellow and at night the sky is lit up with stars and a full moon. the night chill brings us all together to keep warm while heading home on a deserted road fighting off mosquitoes as a jar of lighting bugs light our path. some place where the journey is not so bitter, rather more like honey sweet. the only thing bitter about this journey is the earth under our feet.

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Christopher Reece

Christopher Reece is a writer incarcerated in Michigan. He has been in prison since he was 20 years old.