Someone had been there. How could I tell?
Was it the lingering scent?
Or the hairs, short and red, surely from a fox?
Maybe it was the prints melted through the frozen mud?
No, it was that break in the icy crust. My family dwelt within, believing themself safe in their isolation.
Very nicely written Crispina
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Thank you. I confess, hurriedly done ๐
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Youโre welcome ๐
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Well done .. and I was wondering where you would go with this image.
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So was I. Seriously, I uploaded the photo several days ago. But until this morning I’d no idea what I’d do with it
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So it turned to be a challenge for the challenger!
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It often is. I select a photo which I think has plenty of scoop for inspiration. But I don’t always know what I’m going to write. Yet often, as soon as I start, it flows, and often in ways I’d not imagined.
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That break definitely is a foreboding sign… Let us hope they are still safe further back!
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Oh yes. I’m not sure what they are. Water voles? Otters? Something like that.
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Ahh… you mean for real? Good question…
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I know what mammals we have in our waters
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Good one!
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Thank you, Kim ๐
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Beautiful photo and an interesting story to go with it.:-)
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Seemed apt. ๐
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Nice take. Surprise, what creative minds find in the picture.
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I just took the photo cos of the frost. Then I thought it was ambiguous enough to spark some stories
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A very creative take on the image Crispina.
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It popped into mind, as often the prompts do
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