the lanterns spring up all around the world little specks of light filling up with glee
the colours are vivid from crimson to mauve as they skipped around with joy what a beautiful globe
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Image credit: Leon Contreras @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows many lanterns floating into the night sky. Some are nearby are more visible than others which are far away.
The red-headed writer had never met this guy until just now, although they had been friends for several years, as they had been doing posts in the ether (or at least in a phone or laptop); there had lost touch for a while doing other things, but it didn’t matter now as there were both grinning.
For a couple of hours they talked and joked, what a beautiful place, she said, several times, as Bjorn laughed just like a bear; he drove long and hard on the plateaus and in the valleys, but then he turned off to a small location, almost right by the sea: ‘there’s my spot, he said.
They sat down in the warm and cozy house – there was toast and sardines with whisky – as they looked out on the wilderness.
Then it was 10.30 pm and it’s dark and she’s tired now; meanwhile, Bjorn was doing strange things in his computer, ‘bits’ and ‘bots’ and ‘non-fungible tokens’ – of which she knew nothing and she smiled as she went to bed, wrapped up next to her huge big bag.
She woke up and it was almost light; she went out and down to the beach, how many grains of sand are there, could she hold just one in her hand? and then it happened…
Suddenly, a green smudge of light materialised as the magical spectacle began; it skipped across the darkness of space, while the shimmering liquid flames danced around the sky: it was the aurora borealis.
the angel and the mermaid what we do every day we stand in the park not moving at all but later, it’s dark and silent and the gates are closed and in the moon light the glorious graceful dancers whirling and swaying spreading joy
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Image credit: Marianna Smiley @Unsplash “Thrive” by Danial Pooper a sculpture in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a giant female figure who is opening her chest to show the greenery inside.There are cracks on the visage and torso of this sculpture.
the moon beckons me as the night sky’s burn brighter her moon becomes radiant my magical dreams drift on and offer tiny pulses of light
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Image credit: Kenrick Mills @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a full moon in a cloudy sky. It’s night time and the clouds behind the moon are illuminated by the moonlight in an eerie fashion.
The red-headed writer, aka the Raconteuse, had been staying in her bolt hole place, a tiny flat right up on the rickety stairs, in Montmartre, near the cemetery; a useful place where she’d already sold her little picture for her tidy profit, just a week ago.
Now it was time to go, she grabbed her important things in her big bag; all she would need was some new warm clothes, buying them from a small boutique shop.
Soon she was making her way to the train, taking her to Charles de Gaulle airport, where she had been many times; she also liked to move around from place to place, often in different continents, but she’d never been to Iceland, it would be the coldest place she’d ever been.
After the usual performance to get in the plane and take off, including keeping her eyes shut for a couple of minutes, everything was fine; now she was quite happy to enjoy her gin and tonic, and look forward to seeing some of her friends from the Cafe, although what there were all doing was a mystery to her for the moment.
About three hours later, she’d been reading most of the time, but now there was a great deal of turbulence, as she put everything away and buckled up her seat belt tightly; she looked out from the window, and suddenly a huge plume of fire burst out from the volcano as it erupted.
too much pollution too many plastic bags and bottles
it should be a better place so make it happen
just a little help and hope
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Image credit: Tom Barrett @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a view of a walkway/ street, at a time when the shadows cast by the sun are out of proportion larger than the people walking the street.
It moaned and raged across the south coast, right up to the highest mountains.
The storm lashed and buffeted the tallest trees, traumatising animals and people living in their shacks.
The birds, shaking with fear, crept in the hollows and bushes, while the squirrels hunkered down in the deep dreys as the huge palm tree swayed around our garden.
From morning to night the storm raged, and raged again; we looked out into the street where the fire and rescue truck had managed to take down a broken great tree, what a relief, but not before we saw terror in the faces of several people
And finally, in the morning, there was no wind or rain.
At least we all have our houses – the walls, the doors, the windows and the roofs – but everything else is such a mess, and we will only talk about the present at the moment.
A movie star in the making but at the moment he’s treading the boards he pretends he’s shy but he’s nothing like it he could even be a drama queen.
Well, maybe not strike that one out.
He’s a beautiful man so clean and fresh and tidy but there’s one problem he talks so very high such a pity.
Actually, he could be a man in drag and why not?
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Image credit: Sander Sammy @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a man holding a white face mask which is hiding half of his face. Only his light brown eyes and forehead are visible.
‘Please can I have my life back,’ she said. ‘Is it too much to ask?’
She can stride around the garden and she can run up and down the stairs, several times. She’s so fit but she can’t go out.
But there’s no one. No one at all.
Quiet, very quiet, she thinks.
She looks at the big door; the one that opens in the street, and she looks back in the hall, for a moment.
Then slowly, very slowly, she opens the door, just a tiny crack. She opens a little more – a creaking sound – then nothing.
She looks out, staring left and right.
‘Shall I come out?’
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
just a little hug good guys always friends all it needs
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Image credit: Josue Escoto @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows two men hugging. The expression on the face of the man facing the camera is quite intense and emotional.