Hiking is my jam; you know? Just me and the clear blue sky. Treaded boots tromp over branches, as I watch white clouds swirl by. Pitching a tent, building a campfire, now in survival-mode, Breaking-down camp, black sky turns to gold, leaving this lonesome abode. The journey (though harsh), conditions raw, like oysters on a platter, Harmony, peace...I CAN BREATHE...and color doesn't matter. By Lisa H. Owens Inspired by a June 2020 Shut Up & Write Picture Prompt Challenge Posted on Beneath the Surface News June, 6 2020
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