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I draw from the river flask an icy swill to shore up my ancient veins, for soon the raptor will swoop down with his mighty talons and grasp my barren crown.
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photo: along the banks of the Sauk River (Darrington, WA, Feb 2016)
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I draw from the river flask an icy swill to shore up my ancient veins, for soon the raptor will swoop down with his mighty talons and grasp my barren crown.
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photo: along the banks of the Sauk River (Darrington, WA, Feb 2016)
I simply love quaint old towns! A gift shop downtown in the city where I live (although my residence is on the outskirts of town) – gearing up for the Holiday season. Somewhere in Snohomish County, WA (2016)
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Entranced by her gorgeous silhouette, I call to her, but she refuses me. Her board friend stands indifferent while she gives me the iron-cold shoulder. My robust heart splinters.
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Image details: up in the foothills of the Cascade mountain range in Washington State. A quick pit stop to enjoy the beautiful scenery. (02/07/16)
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Surrounded by nothing more than the sound of the rushing river current far beyond the trees, serenity transformed into unease as I pondered the source of the adjacent dirt track.
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Huntington Beach, CA (2016).
Brush the sorrow from your heart and allow the salty breeze to twist peace and playfulness between the strands of your hair. Paradise awaits in shades of blue and white.
This week’s 100-Word Wednesday (Week #7) (hosted by @Bikurgurl ):
Image credit: Olivier Guillard
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During the drive up the tree-lined forest road, winding along the southern tip of the serene lake, my mind wandered, wondering what might be left of the small cabin that saw the sun rise and set on countless unscripted days of my youth. The path was no longer well-worn but the trees whispered my name. Upon seeing the shack, memories flooded back, thick with the stench of wet moss and pine boughs. The tilted front deck sighed under each step, the torn screen door dangled from its hinges, and inside, the fireplace still cradled pounds of ash and expired timber.
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A day of driving/photography. Snohomish County, WA (2016)
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She slipped in quietly and listened to the beams groan their story with every strong gust of wind. In the loft, near the southeast window, she awaited the storm’s concert.
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