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Day Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

     This day has been a day of rest. Forced by circumstances. I was too used up to make my way down and on to the next viewpoint.

     A good thing. For a number of reasons, but most importantly – if I had not, I would have missed a sighting of the bridge. It lay in a quadrant that hitherto was shrouded in clouds whenever I scanned the horizon in that direction. I had felt surely that such a huge landmark would tower above any low lying cloud, and consequently overlooked it.

     I can scrap my original plan for tomorrow.

     I know now where to point my feet. And may I in future commit myself to rest. Not just when forced to.


About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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