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jeriendhal) wrote2013-06-16 04:25 am
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365 Days of Drabbles, Day One Hundred Sixty-Seven
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ankewehner: “Swamp flowers”
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She paddled the boat through the marsh. First Quest, the dragon had said. Consulting mysterious hermit for clues. Except that she didn't know where the hermit was, aside from “In the swamp”.
The boat slipped between two cypress trees, and she found herself in open water, the sunlight streaming down to land on a field of water lilies. She nearly dropped her oar in the water as the blue, pink, and yellow swamp flowers surrounded her, bringing blessed color to the marsh's endless brown and green.
“Welcome to my home,” a green woman said, perched on a cypress branch.
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She paddled the boat through the marsh. First Quest, the dragon had said. Consulting mysterious hermit for clues. Except that she didn't know where the hermit was, aside from “In the swamp”.
The boat slipped between two cypress trees, and she found herself in open water, the sunlight streaming down to land on a field of water lilies. She nearly dropped her oar in the water as the blue, pink, and yellow swamp flowers surrounded her, bringing blessed color to the marsh's endless brown and green.
“Welcome to my home,” a green woman said, perched on a cypress branch.
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It is a first quest, after all.
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