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A long thin shadow stretches before me.
I step forward.
The shadow contorts.
It is shapeless now,
I can’t recognize my reflection anymore.
I’m no longer me.
For Trifextra: A 33 word piece inspired by the photo above. Mine is 31 words long. Oh well. Thanks for stopping by.
This morning the sun refused to rise at dawn and remained stubbornly hidden throughout most of the day. Rain drizzled throughout the morning and poured for half an hour in the afternoon. On my way home from work, water was still dripping from trees and high surfaces, cars splashed each other as they drove over dirty puddles and my windscreen was mucked by skeletal raindrops that had dried up. Continue reading
This is what popped into my head when I saw this Daily Post challenge:
- The colour of my face when I am drunk
- Moss on a weird tree bark I saw in Scotland
- The pea soup my mother makes which I used to hate when I was young until she added tomatoes and the colour became orange
- Green energy
- Wasabi on Sushi Saturdays
- Lounging on the grass in Pisa
- The grapes that make my wine