Poem, Sagas, Scenic, Short story, Weekend

Emerging in winter.

It had been a long night by the fire, by the embers. In the shell of a once grand home made of thick stone, pride and resillience, that’s where I lay. A temporary roof and door afixed to such a structure worked as a wonder, so long as one need not look upon it.

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Poem, Scenic, Short story, Weekend

Depths.

In the wake of all that is gone, and the crest that is to come, life reflects the seas. Unmoved by plight or dream, the struggle against the tide, on it goes for its own journey, the rest coming along for the ride as long as they themselves last.

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