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A time traveller so enthused about his crash landing in the year 2024 decides to inscribe his presence in the hymn of eternity, he writes:
I will sing praises to pioneers and present-day celebrations. and I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss; so everyone will know the truth about badjohn fights and hooligan days, discarded oil drums and pan sticks.
Tag the page Trinidad and Tobago; Caribbean, a space tiny and unassuming. Assuming that the lines will also word the sweet sounds of steelpan music soaring so vast and wide that the world can all stand together and applaud at the same time. 'Oh Happy Day'.
For it's no longer a paragraph one scenario. I'ts now about energy, passion, respect. A culture realized and searchable. Then he down his quill to have a good last look around.
© gillena cox 2024
#NOTE: (fact) YESTERDAY AUGUST 11 WAS WORLD STEELPAN DAY
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Today's challenge is to write prosery (flash fiction) using the following lines from
----Leonard Cohen
“And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
with the photographs there and the moss.”
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