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My friend drops little white pebbles when he takes random walks in wild places so that he can find his way back again. When he told me about it I laughed. ‘I’ve bought this compass which I’ll clip a to a silver neck chain’, I said. ‘Far more sensible’, I said.
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Let me think now. My trusty, though slightly rusty compass says I’m heading south-east. I want to go back, so I need to go east-south…no west-north…no…oh dear!
My shadow was behind me, so now it needs to be in front. Trouble is, the sun’s decided to hide behind some clouds.
I’m sure I passed that moss covered rock. I sat on it and it was soft as velvet. I expected it to be dry, but it wasn’t and I got a wet backside. I still have.
I remember seeing a tree with cones on it. There’s one down there, but there’s another up there.
I teased my brother when he bought that drone camera thing, now I wish I had one, so now what do I do?
I’ll shout for help. ’Help!’. Someone shouted back – but they also shouted ‘help’. Oh, no, it was an echo. I was shouting to myself and I was no help at all!
Oh look, there’s a little white stone, and another, and another…I think I’ll follow them.
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Thanks to Brenda for hosting The Sunday Whirl where this week’s words are – velvet compass echo random rust(y) silver shadow pebble stone drone clip dry.
