Our Quest

Published on by Susi Bocks
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My companion’s breath pelts me like prickly steam when he faces me to speak. No wonder it hurts. It is 30 degrees below zero in these forests. Our bundles get heavier as we trudge beneath the clouds, but we stay focused on the track toward the castle. We have legends to meet. The caravan behind us sweeps away the footprints and lines left behind, leaving not a trace on the white carpet. One wagon wheel creeks with every rotation, reminding us of our journey. A mother tends to her crying child; her loving touch is enough to calm his screams.

Inspired by The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #710

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