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“It is my destiny,” he insisted.
“It is laziness,” they countered.
He shrugged and hoisted his belongings.
They wrung their hands and shook their heads and offered dire endings. Yet there was little they could do, short of straitjacketing. And they’d been down that road with others years ago and found it sorely lacking.
Settling down suffocated him. He was Nomad born. He could heed only that calling.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Nomad in 68 words
Yep, like that. Can really identify with that ๐
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๐ we are each who we are ….
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Yep ๐
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!ืชืืื ื ืืจืืืื ืืขืืื ื
…ืขื ืืงืื ืกืืืฆืื ืฉื ืืืืืื ืืืชืงืืคื ืื ืืืืืช ืืขืืจืจ ืื ืื ืขืฆื
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ื ืขืื ืืงืจื
A complete short story in 68 words. Beautifully written.
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https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/04/12/weekend-writing-prompt-nomad/
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Toda!!! XOXO Na’ama
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Many of can empathise with him, I know I can..
Damon the Nomad!
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Yeah, I bet many can! ๐
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There are those who must roam and those who never leave. We are who we are.
Wonderful write!
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Thank you!
We are who we are. Amen to that!
(and some of us roam with leggings and some of us would not … ๐ )
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Amen!
And some can afford to wear them and some definitely should not!
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No comment … ๐
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LOL!
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๐
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