Descending Road - THE CLOUDS WALKED OVER HIM by Dana W. Paxson

THE CLOUDS WALKED OVER HIM

1559 4D

He awoke in total darkness, the scent of country flowers tickling his nostrils. His body was clothed, and whole again; he breathed, felt with his fingers over healed wounds, tasted hunger. Here was not innerspace, but the physical world. Grasses cushioned him. Groping, he stumbled to his feet on a gentle slope; soft wind touched his face. Mountain air. He stood high and far outside the City, in a dead-dark night, and sobbed with relief and fear and loss.

Near one horizon, a tiny spark appeared, then a few more, and he knew again his name and his lost love, and little by little the clouds walked over him and away, and the stars came shining.

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	THE CLOUDS WALKED OVER HIM 1559 4D He awoke in total darkness, the scent of country flowers tickling his nostrils. His body was clothed, and whole again; he breathed, felt with his fingers over healed wounds, tasted hunger. Here was not innerspace, but the physical world. Grasses cushioned him. Groping, he stumbled to his feet on a gentle slope; soft wind touched his face. Mountain air. He stood high and far outside the City, in a dead-dark night, and sobbed with relief and fear and loss. Near one horizon, a tiny spark appeared, then a few more, and he knew again his name and his lost love, and little by little the clouds walked over him and away, and the stars came shining.