Passage 1:
At a specific time, he found out that the pasture from his field had grown; it was like the field was filled with needles; the kid would play with all of his brothers; Alexander, Brandon, Lukas, Andrew, Coen, Silin, Michael, all the children of his father, who were playing and running, and that the sunny, and puffy sky allowed the soccer games to go on. A lake surrounded the field,

Passage 2:
A joyful kid, all in black and the air filled with mist, with long hair all across his head. A kid who plays all day, kicks the ball, helps dad stack hay, and at night he would pray; a kid who ran, stack, cheered, and sometimes jeered; whose eyes sparkled every time he saw a ball as he played in the field running with the wind.

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