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Track

passage

 

The tall trees shelter us from the heat, high above the still green leaves. The path is a ruler, one cannot go wrong. But the woods are silent, nothing stirs, and we know we are observed. Someone, somewhere, is counting our steps, deciphering our minds.

Soon, we will know.

3 Comments

  1. Least said soonest mended… who knows wjat secrets and mystery lies amongst the dertius on the forest floor. I heard this in a hushed whisper of a voice. Nice take on the prompt.

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