Anxiety with its dry, knotted, grass bound in clumps to its knolls pains the feet of travelers with its rough sticky sand. Windswept, near but away from the unseen sea, sand blows close to the scalp.
Visitors get lost wandering in the wind.
“How did we arrive here?” Miss Doe Friend asks.
“There was a shipwreck. We swam ashore,” says Miss Emeline Traveler.
"I did," wonders Doe.
"Amma-Pom wandered off in search of fresh water. She heard trickling."
"Something is missing," says Doe, patting her person.
The denizens of Anxiety are wraiths, wandering the moors.
In the washed out seaside town, Frustration, tourists have left and the weather has turned bleak. The wind blows harshly down the few streets with their shops closed for winter. A kite has been impaled on a lamppost. Sand gets into everything and cannot be cleaned away. Denizens stroll aimlessly up and down main street. Seagulls squawk for scraps. Words on the signs are too faded to read.
What is this? Emotion 365: Every Day a New Land of Emotion
“How did we arrive here?” Miss Doe Friend asks.
“There was a shipwreck. We swam ashore,” says Miss Emeline Traveler.
"I did," wonders Doe.
"Amma-Pom wandered off in search of fresh water. She heard trickling."
"Something is missing," says Doe, patting her person.
The denizens of Anxiety are wraiths, wandering the moors.
In the washed out seaside town, Frustration, tourists have left and the weather has turned bleak. The wind blows harshly down the few streets with their shops closed for winter. A kite has been impaled on a lamppost. Sand gets into everything and cannot be cleaned away. Denizens stroll aimlessly up and down main street. Seagulls squawk for scraps. Words on the signs are too faded to read.
What is this? Emotion 365: Every Day a New Land of Emotion
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