Today, Evanston, my town, was like heaven!
"Heaven"?!!
Have I been in heaven?
Those who have experienced death, would know what I'm talking about.
Heaven smells of a certain scent...like fragrance of linden flowers...sometimes it's just a shade of a tree or the music of birds dancing with the waves of a sea... sometimes it's simply pure words... words uttered by a pure child... words like: "I Miss you!"... simple...very simple...uttered by a child who hasn't learned yet what "selfishness" is...and what ME-tism means!!
As you walk under Linden trees near Lake Michigan in a summer afternoon, life can be eternally memorable as "Heaven".
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