An Unmapped Route: A Hiker's Blog

Category: The Prompt

  • The Mountains That We Climb

    I don’t like hard work. If I had my way, I would never work hard again.

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    snowpackjack

  • The Storm

    The air was warm, but I knew the storm was coming. The color of the night sky began to change.

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    snowpackjack
    the wind blows sea grasses near an open body of water on a purple skysunset evening

  • There’s No Place Like Home

    No other planet can naturally support the life of humans.

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    snowpackjack
    the earth, as seen from space.

  • One of Many

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    I am one of more than 8 billion humans on Earth. Perhaps you just passed me on the street. I may be sitting next to you in the coffee shop, the person tapping this message on his laptop.

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    snowpackjack