Calling #writephoto #Writerswednesday

Thursday photo prompt

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Through the snow, through the pixelated mist of our lives, I see him. Writing about him – only the antlers prevent me to say “her” – is another story: precisely.

Inspiration is like this vision, looking back at us, shrouded in doubt, shying away from the obvious, a myth. The stag will soon disappear, absorbed by the shadows, by the blank page. Alone, the white flakes of memory will, briefly, lit our darkness.

 

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Sisyphus47

Deplorable resident of Berlin Wedding... Aspiring writer, geek, photographer and jazz lover...

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