The sign, appropriately, alerted that the road ended there. The Whisper gently prodded, “What road?” I turned to the left towards a pond. Squishy soft quicksand like mud sure to forever claim another shoe from my foot. There a feather lay…..
I walked in the earth’s lush green which just last year had been wild fire’s abundant kindling. The trees that had offered shade from the heat and blowing dust now swam in the fullness of the lake’s return. A Blue Grosbeak played peak-a-boo behind tender green…..
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