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Thoughts Rend Asunder

by Venky

The last of the wool was sheared as the sheep had long stopped being restless standing still resigned to its fate. In fact, it was his mind that was a cauldron. The wool-gatherer wasn’t white within.

Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#92

 

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3 comments

crimsonprose February 5, 2019 - 6:16 pm

Nice one, Venky 🙂

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venkyninja1976 February 6, 2019 - 2:38 am

Thank you!😊

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sammicoxwriter February 9, 2019 - 12:20 pm

Nicely done 🙂

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