It won’t be long now before the sun sets; disappearing behind the horizon and taking the Sisters of Eternity with it. The sounds of the waves gently lapping the shoreline will be the only indication we are here; surrounded by total darkness and feeling only the gentle breeze on our face.
We sit in the darkness; contemplating next steps and revisiting old ones. We ponder what ifs, plot holes and wormholes… we open our minds and let our thoughts wander…
Soon, the Sisters sing; and words and ideas ebb and flow like the tide.
And that is when the magic begins.
Posted for Six Word Saturday.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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