The wind whipped icy whispering tendrils around the stones. A shadowy figure appeared; their coat made of tattered and torn lace matched the surrounding dusty ruins—each step revealed this historical place, exposing the drive of those who once flourished here. The figure paused, sensing the energy of the communes of lost spirits, their desires curling like mist cloaked around him. With a deep breath, the traveler stitched a profound connection to this hallowed ground as if the history of this place had been embedded within him. Here, time blurred, and the past intertwined with the present to reveal necessary truths.


this was profound Susi <3
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Thank you, Carol Anne! <3
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Nicely done.
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Thank you!
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Oh wow! Excellent writing Susi.
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<3 I appreciate that, Sadje! Thanks. :)
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My pleasure 😍
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A very mystical description!
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Thanks, Val!
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Love the way you wove the words together. Nice job!
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Thanks so much! :)
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This was a fun bunch of words to play with👍🏻
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Yes, it was! Thanks so much, Cheryl!
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