{"id":8220,"date":"2018-06-05T06:51:36","date_gmt":"2018-06-05T12:51:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=8220"},"modified":"2021-08-31T03:32:06","modified_gmt":"2021-08-31T10:32:06","slug":"galleta-meadows-the-following-morning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=8220","title":{"rendered":"Galleta Meadows, the following morning…"},"content":{"rendered":"

He stayed up most of the night<\/strong>, letting the Milky Way keep him company. The whiskey wears off as the sun starts to rise, so the man heads back into the Galleta Meadows<\/a> to be among the metallic mammoths of the Borrego desert.
\"\"The man is feeling extra dark inside<\/strong> as he crunches the earth in his worn out boots. The Mammoths do little to help shine a light on his soul, they only feed the blackness.<\/p>\n\n


\"\"He looks around as the sun starts to rise<\/strong>, and a smile creeps onto his weathered and beaten face.<\/p>\n

Dark soul or not, empty or full of light, helpful or sinister…..
\"\"None of it matters at all out here<\/strong>, only the instinct to survive. As long as one is alive, you can continue to write your own saga.<\/p>\n

Tell your own tale.<\/p>\n

Be whomever you want to be.<\/p>\n\n\n

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