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Roylsden #68

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I left Roylsden a ways away and was headed... nowhere, but my legs usually took me towards the river so, without thinking, that's where I went.
The sun had climbed just above the horizon, making the air warmer, and as I walked a shallow mist rose from the river and crept along beside me. Ahead, long rushes were submerged beneath it; above it, the tops of rocks and boulders and a few trees emerged.
Everything was hushed. No bird, no insect. No distant cry of coyote or bark of dog. The whole world, and everything in it, held its breath.

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    Neville Hunt almost 2 years ago

    It’s really visual the way you’ve written it Drew and very atmospheric. It’s like place I used to frequent in my youth and I feel I’m there with her. This story is fascinating; beautifully written and I’ve no idea where it’s headed... except maybe to tragedy... or maybe young love fulfilled!

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    Christopher almost 2 years ago

    Beautiful imagery. The title sounds like it could be the opening lyrics of a lost Bob Dylan song. "Sunup, going nowhere.....(harmonica wails)"

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    Drew Martyn almost 2 years ago

    Thanks Neville, thanks Christopher. Yes, I can hear Bob Dylan singing that line now... ;)

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