Inside the rusted fences of Camp Woebegone, a forgotten but still functional trailer awaits discovery amidst a neglected landscape.
Enduringly, the once indispensable transport now rests with optimistic red eyes focused upon a future auspicious day.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 
what a lovely way to look to the future from our past
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Thank You quiall. 🙂
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Your writing is beautiful and I have love snails since I was 4 years old so it’s good to meet you here
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Thank You so much. It’s a pleasure meeting you.
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I love your use of words on this piece. So lyrical. The sound of ‘s’ – so savvy but subtle.
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Thank You very much. I made up the camp because I liked the word “woebegone” for the sentence.
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It actually sounds like it would be a really cool camp to go to – are grown ups allowed to check in?
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It would most likely be for grown ups.
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I like the concept of your blog.
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Thank You drdblogs, I appreciate that.
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the “once-upon-a-transport”
small “BOUNTY”
for home crew
prone patiently awaiting
hoping use be
NOT ESCHEWED
Nicely prepared.
“D”
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‘ . . . with optimistic red eyes . . .’
and one raised eyebrow?
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Thank You Hariod.
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