I searched the night sky for a familiar constellation of stars, hoping I could catch their orbit behind an opening in the clouds. But luck was not with me tonight. Instead, shadows projected their natural art onto the forest, leading to sparks of memories of my sisters and our shared life. The past felt empty, yet my mind continued sprouting up more scenarios. I struggled to breathe with this onslaught of my past. My brow got damp with sweat, and my head was in a swirl of sketch thoughts. It was all so ugly, worse than I remembered other times.
Such a brilliant take on the prompt! 👏🏽
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❤ Thanks, Pooja!
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You’re very welcome! ☺
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We never know what will trigger those memories we try to bury deeply…
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Isn’t that the truth! Thanks for reading, Val!
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Wow, I love this swirl of words. It’s just like gazing up at the starry night skies.
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🙂 Thanks, Joyce!
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Of course! I’m only saying the truth.
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❤
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Nice
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Thanks so much, Anita! 🙂
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Curious — who chooses the words? And is there any theme/reason behind the choice? They appear to be quite unconnected … although you do a great job (!) of putting them all together.
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Actually not sure how she generates the words. But I take it one step further and restrict myself by using them in the order they are listed. It makes it a bit more challenging. Thanks for the praise, Nan! ❤
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Great story woven with all these prompts
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❤ Appreciate that, Sadje! 🙂
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Always 👍🏼
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