Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
We came to many, sometime as one, more often from different roads: yet we kept trying.
This is different, the land is elsewhere, the colours of the desert, and we only have a choice of two, for this is no cross, only a fork.
So which one do you want?
On the left is the unknown, there we have to trust, more than ever, obscure destiny…
On the right is certain death, a sweet reassurance, all in good time…
She chose obscurity.
Image: Shao Wenhuan – Crossroads, No. 4, 2010, via regardintemporel
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