~Jachra
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Frozen Radiance I drift now on the cold light of the moon. Hanging tethered on a chain of ice, a bright thread laced tight through my heart, I sway far above the blackened orb of the Earth in the emptiness. A touch of fire lights the horizon ablaze with incandescence, bathing my face in brilliance as I gaze down at the world below with hungry eyes. There’s nothing to see. The shadow is draped across the surface in a death shroud, leaving naught but a jewel-crowned ring, dimly limning a depthless abyss in the endless void. I had never seen the earth before. Yet I wanted to see itFrozen Radiance
by ~Jachra
Cold, Part 1Cold. Biting cold. Even for myself, Private Nevada Mannerly, who had been known to dash into the glittering snow drifts of Philadelphia with little more than a summer shirt and set of trousers from time to time, or to become uncomfortably hot on a mild day and be forced to strip scandalously close to nudity, it was bitterly cold. Chilly, I would call it, if I dared. After all, with the other men all around me began freezing in their meager layers and huddled in tight with one another, I found it prudent not to make an issue of my aptitude. Besides, I too had to sneak on a second layer lCold, Part 1
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ForgottenTo lay alone, lost and forgotten, would be a terrible fate for a person. To a rock, though, it is perhaps to be expected, merely one more aspect of its existence. Somewhere, far from man, in a place tucked deep in the arid, cracked barrens of the earth, there really is such a stone. At first, the eye will glance over it, noting nothing special and certainly nothing to catch the mind, being one of uncounted boulders scattered chaotically and arbitrarily about the red-streaked canyon. It is not much larger than the average, and no smaller than more than a few, an unremarkable lump of earth. &nbsForgotten
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The In-between PlacesExploration: Clear Waters I have but one great weakness to admit: I am an explorer, with a curiosity that is entirely insatiable. When the harsh, golden-red light of dawn first began to stain the distant horizon, I set out from my tiny house on the cliff with a heavy, dark green rucksack slung on my back, drawn by the powerful, wonderful scent of salt and water. It was not an uncommon sight, many would who had witnessed it would admit, my solitary figure, lean and youthful, at the first strokes of daybreak trekking down to the shimmering edge of the sea, fronted by the hot white sands upThe In-between Places
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