In which we visit Walden
"I long ago lost a hound, a bay horse, and a turtledove, and am still on their trail."
Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Write about misplaced things.
Or forgetting.
Or the stubborn refusal to admit a thing is gone for good.
Or build your piece around one of these words:
lost bay still long
thanks for the prompt 🙂
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I enjoy it when two prompts mesh nicely; please enjoy this story verse of; Thoreau Gave Isaac Fugue (please use link).
https://julesinflashyfiction.wordpress.com/2024/04/28/thoreau-gave-isaac-fugue-2-p-xxiv-nd-4-28/
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Lost in the Maze | Autumn of the Soul (wordpress.com)
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Empty-headedness is not uncommon here, these days…
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lost
There are nights when I think all is lost, but all I’ve lost is sleep..
Sleep, elusive, scoffs at my attempts to conjure her presence.
Tired of being tired, I try too hard to find my way back.
After a long and tiring day, I’ve done what I can with the prompts from Miz Quickly and NaPoWriMo. I am going to bed now.
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