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Step down to my personal catacombs. I drag my hand along the stony side, counting the steps. Off to the right is a branching I love to explore; days along the coast, sailing, working on boats, and seaside with my wife.
A bit further along are memories of a misspent youth, fun too.
The problem is that the torches gutter and blow out at the lower reaches. These corridors I avoid. A whisper comes, “do you dare?”
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Love the image of your memories as ‘personal catacombs’.
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Nice take on the prompt. Liked the memories as catacomb, but then the spooky part at the end was intriguing.
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Lou, where can I get me some personal catacombs? I wouldn’t mind that at all! 😀
-David
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The wonderful thing about personal catacombs is that they are a DIY project! No need to head to home depot or lowe’s, just hammer them together from random bits of trauma leftover from a life well misspent. Too much planning ruins the random surprises you can find when exploring. So no pencil and paper planning if you want a real treat. Just go for it.
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