InspiraGrams

Writings from Afar

The Lost Woman

“I must have fallen asleep,”  the woman muttered to herself as she awoke deep in the woods.  “I wonder where I am.” As she rubbed her eyes she could feel the warmth of the sun on her face.  Her face now was covered in dried mud that she used to keep the insects from biting.  […]

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