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(final part)
One by one, the stars flicker to life.
So many nights spent beneath these tiny points of light, but tonight they seem much brighter.
As time slips away, every moment becomes precious.
Every day in the sun.
Every night beneath the stars.
Every deep breath.
Until sleep comes.
One by one, the stars flicker to life.
So many nights spent beneath these tiny points of light, but tonight they seem much brighter.
As time slips away, every moment becomes precious.
Every day in the sun.
Every night beneath the stars.
Every deep breath.
Until sleep comes.
March 4, 2025 at 7:54 PM
(final part)
One by one, the stars flicker to life.
So many nights spent beneath these tiny points of light, but tonight they seem much brighter.
As time slips away, every moment becomes precious.
Every day in the sun.
Every night beneath the stars.
Every deep breath.
Until sleep comes.
One by one, the stars flicker to life.
So many nights spent beneath these tiny points of light, but tonight they seem much brighter.
As time slips away, every moment becomes precious.
Every day in the sun.
Every night beneath the stars.
Every deep breath.
Until sleep comes.
(Part 4)
So much beauty in the world.
He wonders if anything found him beautiful. (Certainly not the zebras.)
One by one, the stars flicker to life.
So many nights spent beneath these tiny points of light, but tonight they seem much brighter.
(part 4)
So much beauty in the world.
He wonders if anything found him beautiful. (Certainly not the zebras.)
One by one, the stars flicker to life.
So many nights spent beneath these tiny points of light, but tonight they seem much brighter.
(part 4)
March 4, 2025 at 7:52 PM
(Part 4)
So much beauty in the world.
He wonders if anything found him beautiful. (Certainly not the zebras.)
One by one, the stars flicker to life.
So many nights spent beneath these tiny points of light, but tonight they seem much brighter.
(part 4)
So much beauty in the world.
He wonders if anything found him beautiful. (Certainly not the zebras.)
One by one, the stars flicker to life.
So many nights spent beneath these tiny points of light, but tonight they seem much brighter.
(part 4)
(part 3)
Now unfeared.
Now powerless.
Now alone.
So very tired.
"This is just the way of things."
There is no fear. Just reflection.
He takes deep, slow breaths. Sleep will come when it comes.
He watches the sun drop from the western sky painting it a beautiful golden pink.
(part 3)
Now unfeared.
Now powerless.
Now alone.
So very tired.
"This is just the way of things."
There is no fear. Just reflection.
He takes deep, slow breaths. Sleep will come when it comes.
He watches the sun drop from the western sky painting it a beautiful golden pink.
(part 3)
March 4, 2025 at 7:49 PM
(part 3)
Now unfeared.
Now powerless.
Now alone.
So very tired.
"This is just the way of things."
There is no fear. Just reflection.
He takes deep, slow breaths. Sleep will come when it comes.
He watches the sun drop from the western sky painting it a beautiful golden pink.
(part 3)
Now unfeared.
Now powerless.
Now alone.
So very tired.
"This is just the way of things."
There is no fear. Just reflection.
He takes deep, slow breaths. Sleep will come when it comes.
He watches the sun drop from the western sky painting it a beautiful golden pink.
(part 3)
(part 2)
Proof of having done so much.
He rests his bearded chin on the top of his enormous paw.
And sighs.
He is weary.
Sleep will come to him soon. For now, he gives way to reflection. Thinking about his former place in the pride.
Fear and respect. Power.
Together.
(part 2)
Proof of having done so much.
He rests his bearded chin on the top of his enormous paw.
And sighs.
He is weary.
Sleep will come to him soon. For now, he gives way to reflection. Thinking about his former place in the pride.
Fear and respect. Power.
Together.
(part 2)
March 4, 2025 at 7:47 PM
(part 2)
Proof of having done so much.
He rests his bearded chin on the top of his enormous paw.
And sighs.
He is weary.
Sleep will come to him soon. For now, he gives way to reflection. Thinking about his former place in the pride.
Fear and respect. Power.
Together.
(part 2)
Proof of having done so much.
He rests his bearded chin on the top of his enormous paw.
And sighs.
He is weary.
Sleep will come to him soon. For now, he gives way to reflection. Thinking about his former place in the pride.
Fear and respect. Power.
Together.
(part 2)
"Serengeti Sunset"
He circles the tall grass to make a comfortable, warm bed in the waning hours of the afternoon. The zebras, just a few hundred yards away pay little heed and have no fear.
He is tired.
He is old.
His large body aches from age and injuries. Proof of so long a life.
(part 1)
He circles the tall grass to make a comfortable, warm bed in the waning hours of the afternoon. The zebras, just a few hundred yards away pay little heed and have no fear.
He is tired.
He is old.
His large body aches from age and injuries. Proof of so long a life.
(part 1)
March 4, 2025 at 7:43 PM
"Serengeti Sunset"
He circles the tall grass to make a comfortable, warm bed in the waning hours of the afternoon. The zebras, just a few hundred yards away pay little heed and have no fear.
He is tired.
He is old.
His large body aches from age and injuries. Proof of so long a life.
(part 1)
He circles the tall grass to make a comfortable, warm bed in the waning hours of the afternoon. The zebras, just a few hundred yards away pay little heed and have no fear.
He is tired.
He is old.
His large body aches from age and injuries. Proof of so long a life.
(part 1)
The special at Camille's Bistro is amazing!
February 16, 2025 at 3:38 PM
The special at Camille's Bistro is amazing!
Camille's Bistro has a delicious cheesy grits-cake and fried shrimp benedict special this morning!
January 25, 2025 at 3:37 PM
Camille's Bistro has a delicious cheesy grits-cake and fried shrimp benedict special this morning!
This is my first post on The Blue Sky. I hope to find some friends, old and new, here!
January 21, 2025 at 10:22 PM
This is my first post on The Blue Sky. I hope to find some friends, old and new, here!