Walk with me a while into the side of Death Valley. Let us penetrate the silent depths of a barren mountain. Each picture takes us deeper, darker.
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And finally we arrive where the body lay, taken long ago by tomb robbers.
Sharon's Summer
Sharon Chooses High Elevation and High Temperature
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Brrrr! Gives me the willies! Now I can't sleep!
ReplyDeleteStop with that flashlight you're holding under your chin!
ReplyDeleteSorry to have terrified you, Steven.
ReplyDeleteI want more details on this...
ReplyDeleteYes - like a death certificate, or something... (Teeth still chattering.)
ReplyDeleteHow shall I satisfy you both. One wants all the gory details, the other pacification. The endless internal conflict of a writer.
ReplyDeletegive us both, then, oh dear writer!
ReplyDeletethe journey backwards is interesting, I started on the last day of your journey and here I am moving backwards.
ReplyDeleteme too! this time around! I'm following you back to the beginning Michael, do you hear my footsteps behind you? (Probably only Sharon will hear me! I love revisiting these pages, Sahron and look forward to more stories...
ReplyDeleteI hear you both and like the sound of your footsteps.
ReplyDeleteThank you for listening, Sharon, tap tap tap....
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