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My world is like yours. It was yours. Once. Before, but it doesn't do to linger on what might perhaps have been.

The sky is a blanket of blue. I lie, lulled under it on my hillside watchpoint mesmerized by white cloud wisps passing by. Until.

Their approach announced like a bee trapped in folds of fabric. Angry. Insistent. I sit up. Alert and watchful.

Flecks, then Avian shapes in black pepper the skies. I flick from sunshades to enlarger lenses, trying to gauge the danger.

We're ready as they near our camp hoping for friends this time, not foe.

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    I failed to comment on this 7 months ago and I can't think why! Re-spotted it as Drabble of the Day by chance when my iPad made me sign in again. Lovely use of language, Lisa, and your metaphors/similes are terrific. Great concept too. Hope you'll be back on Drablr soon! :-)

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    Lisa Williams over 2 years ago

    Hi!
    Thanks Nev- Huge life changes afoot here so hope be back soon when life on more of an even keel X

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    Hi Lisa. I hope things aren't too desperate for you and that the keel will even itself soon. It throws my own equilibrium when people whose work I rate and love reading disappear from view. :-( It's already happened with a few people.

    I look forward to a feast of fecundity when you return.

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