I stepped through thick scrub into a silence so profound, I worried that I miscalculated the jump and landed in an in-between time. These were the right ruins, where were the ghosts?
Sept. 2053
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I stepped through thick scrub into a silence so profound, I worried that I miscalculated the jump and landed in an in-between time. These were the right ruins, where were the ghosts?
Thin spiral notebook 
Clever and interesting. Love the idea of in-between time.
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This is cool. And, as always, you’ve paired it with a captivating photo!
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Oooh, this is neat. I’m very intrigued by the idea of a “in-between” place. 🙂
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Aren’t the ghosts in the in-between? This was spooky!
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Excellent idea! Who would be specifically looking for ghosts?
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Is “I” the ghost?
I like the straddle. well done 33
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The ghosts…? oh, they are there, alright…
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This is cool. I like it.
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I love this. That is all.
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Awesome story!
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