A final post to Facebook before I settled in for the night as the sun went down and it got dark. Well and truly dark. I cannot remember seeing such darkness for awhile. It was a moonless night. And a bit cloudy, so there were no stars.
There were only fireflies lighting the trees.
The Great Summer Writing Retreat of 2019 begins. One hundred days of writing unedited ideas and following a prompt to its sometimes illogical conclusion.
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