![]() ![]() The tireless wind swept across the green land. "I am the king of all the kings!" he cried, throwing wide his arms to embrace as much as possible of his domain. "I am the king," he said, tasting the words. In a tentative voice he addressed the darkening gray sky. He had sought this hill because, at the moment, no one else claimed it, and he held his occupancy uncontested. Brian always seemed to be walking in someone else's shadow. To the youngest child of a large and brawling family, privacy is a rare thing. He tilted his head back and gazed up into the immense vault of the sky, feeling wonderfully alone. ![]() The little boy sat on the crown of a rocky hill, his thin arms hugging his scabby knees. ![]()
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