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Wandering Through The Unknown

Though all of the names swallowed up by the cold left a bitter taste on her freezing lips; still, she remained adamant. She was not leaving without her best bud her friend of first school days.

She was determined to search this wretched unknown territory; alone if she must, unshod if she had to. She would find him.

Her backpack felt even heavier than when she had zeroed in from earth with all of its wars and changes in climate. She didn't know what season she had reached in this unknown star. There was no inkling in this wasteland of emerald sky, yellow dust and red rocks.

She had never thought to pack a paint brush or colours.

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BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH

Prosery – Tomas Tranströmer/

Prompt line for today's prosery is

all of the names swallowed up by the cold

REVISIT TO READ

Monday WRites 425

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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 426

 Happy MARCH 

You've heard about the Monday Blues 

well this is Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).