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Subject: unhappy thoughts

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Sam

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Date Posted: 21:41:36 03/27/02 Wed

Sam was getting very exasperated with all his �duties� as mayor, he had to get away. He realised that he seemed to be spending more and more time out in the fields and sitting in trees.
Normally big, ancient oaks as they were the oldest and perhaps wisest trees around. They get so big, that you suddenly realise that they have been around so long that they probably know so much of what was going on around them, more than the people know themselves. They look upon the world around them in silence just watching.
That is what Sam felt like doing just standing and watching the world in silence. No tension, no worries, just the feeling of calm surrounding you as you watch others with their worries.
His wife was getting annoyed with his disappearances everyday, just coming back for meal times. He understood what she meant, he really did�but he couldn�t help himself. He was missing his old adventures still with his dearest friends. He kept meaning to write to them but with all his mayor duties he hadn�t had the time.
Making him sign things, open things, make speeches, make appearances just for the sake of making them. He just couldn�t handle it at the moment.
For now Sam knew that he had to sort out his small argument with his wonderful wife so it couldn�t get worse. He�d have to go home, say he�s sorry, say he won�t go away as much and do more things at home. Anything. Gardening? Odd jobs around the house?
He wasn�t looking forward to it.

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