Now we are free. I will see you again. But not yet, not yet....


Now we are free. I will see you again. But not yet, not yet....
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Maximus stands unsteady as the vision of the wheat field comes once again, this time more clearly. His wife and son are waiting. He looses consciousness and falls hard to the ground.

Tall cedars are beyond the gate and the sound of childish laughter is heard. His wife and son stand alongside a road.
His son runs toward him as he walks through the tall wheat... now he is free.

Lucilla gently closes his eyes. "You're home."
- Gladiator

  • Very strong set of images. They fit well together. Happy new year!
    Darkness @ 2008-02-18