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Day Two Hundred Three Evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

The slap of my feet echoes across the rocky expanse I am traversing. Gone is the scrub, the last vestige of a living organism out here.

Or so I thought.

At one point there was a loud buzzing way off to my left. Then nothing.

A dragonfly flicked by my ear and for a moment I thought it may have been the source.

But no.

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About rwoz2

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

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