Prompt 11 Prudence

Mauricio de Braga wiped gritty sweat from his brow. It had been hotter, he knew it had, but at the moment, that seemed impossible. The clay earth burned his bare…

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Prompt 8 Fool

The morning was sweeter than an autumn peach. The sun rose like fire. It was still cool, but the sun would soon see to that. The waves whispered to the…

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