Sparse Light Through Open Bunker Door. The sun was almost down when the agarwood merchant awoke. Lonely and blue lay the forest, dark the mountains. Perhaps the women had been a sensory delusion brought on by his exhaustion. medium.com/@anatmtoumba... #Writers #Novel #writerscommunity #naturewriting

He Climbed Higher Through Dense Vegetation - That continued until he stepped out of the trees, the stairs ended at a rusted gate. It was closed. But neither to the right nor to the left of this gate was a fence. anatmtoumba.medium.com/he-climbed-h... #Writers #Novel #writerscommunity #naturewriting

New Clouds had Piled Up on The Horizon. It was in the clouds that the agarwood merchant now believed he made out an island. It was jagged. Like a shadow bird, it ducked into a nest of clouds. medium.com/@anatmtoumba... #WritingCommunity #Writers #Novel #writerscommunity #naturewriting

Morning, After the Attack on the Port: When the agarwood merchant went to check on his stock, his warehouse and his store were untouched. But all that was left of the proud market was smoking rubble... medium.com/@anatmtoumba...
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On an atoll, between barbed wire fences -- the agarwood merchant had been a child when he first saw intruders. He was sitting on the beach with Kria and one of her friends. A ship became visible. medium.com/@anatmtoumba...
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One Morning, at the Docks: The agarwood merchant found the streets particularly busy. People were buying everything from the numerous ships arriving as a wanderer made his way through the crowd. anatmtoumba.medium.com/one-morning-... #WritingCommunity #Writers #Novel #writerscommunity #naturewriting

The agarwood merchant had sold his possessions in the great city. Not because he had fared badly. He liked the trips where he bought up what was good enough and cut the best himself on secret beaches. medium.com/@anatmtoumba... #WritingCommunity #Writers #Novel #writerscommunity #naturewriting

Contented To Be Alive After the Storm: He let himself sink down, the current pulling his boat in broad waves. Briefly, he closed his eyes and saw silver flashes as his shoulders jerked from all the clinging. medium.com/p/9ef3194a00a5
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The High Island
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The agarwood merchant had not bothered to take in the sails, for an old seam had been torn open in the very first gusts
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