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They had had their fun
carving tracks down hill
it was time to return – that was then until
the skiers had noticed
they were there on their own
even though the chairlift
was filled up till it groaned
had their sports pals decided to down some more grog ?
or was something below them hiding in the fog ?
there wasn’t a signal on the top of that hill
so they sat on the benches, and waited until
the dense, hungry fog – decided to clear
and the horror of what happened to their pals did appear
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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