The year was 2081. The day is bright with the sun at its peak, and the sky as blue as can be. I am 95 at this time right now, feeling the light blow of wind wisp across my wrinkled face. There are massive planes flying through the air, with large birds flying after them. The world has settled, and peace has came. Our land is free, just like the birds in the sky. Old or young, we have advanced into the next place. Peace, happiness, and laughter. Everyone I see is smiling with joy, laughing at each others jokes, and talking with people in every direction. Happiness throughout the old and the young. My age is growing older, and times will be shorter, but I now know that life is what I always hopped for.
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