Standing at the mouth of the cave, rays of the morning sun shining over my shoulder barely reach into the gaping abyss. A black so deep no light penetrates the confines of rock and mystery.
My stomach churns with frenzied butterflies at the thought of delving into the unknown. I call out a string of nonsense words, and their echoes return in perfect sequence, mocking my reluctance to take control.
With trepidation, I step over the threshold, ready to face my fears. I seek a treasure buried deep beneath the surface. There is no marked trail, I’m on my own.
Thin spiral notebook 
Scary, but so exhilarating!
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All the best with the adventure 🙂
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Makes me feel claustrophobic just thinking (or reading) about it!
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I love the wild, on-you-own feeling about this, the mystery and adventure. As I read, am standing on that edge, ready to dive in with you. Nice write!
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taking that first step, that first foothold into a place you can’t see is always a lonely journey but my thought is always…”the treasure is worth it”.
So deep and wonderful, this is.
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You’ve captured the experience exquisitely. Not sure I’d be as brave as you.
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I wouldn’t’ venture into the unknown .
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Sounds so familiar. I scared.
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An experience for the sightless cave dwellers that await within the depths~ 🙂
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Not something you would want to undertake if claustrophobic.
Leslie
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