The marks on the sand were intriguing, and I followed them. Of course I had plenty on my mind: what had happened to the wreckage of our craft, why had my skin changed colour overnight, how was it I wasn’t hungry after three days and nights without food, sleeping in the open?
Those were obvious questions, there were others. Where was I, what time was I in? Where were my companions? There was no point in losing myself in conjectures, I was alive, somehow, and exploring this world.
The tracks seemed to be of those of heavy objects being drawn through the dunes, and they led to a rocky band of land slowly rising away from the shore. I must have walked for about an hour, and I had by then lost the tracks, but somehow felt compelled to continue, toward what looked like a group of bigger boulders, standing like sentinels over the swampy hinterland.
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Intriguing beginning to a story!
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Yes very interesting 🤗
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Are you reposting someone else’s blog or do you have two?
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I write here and at The Silent Eye… Some ontributions from the weekly ‘writephoto’ challenge are reposted here, as well as interesting posts from other blogs. The title of the post always says who the post is by or which blog it is from. If there is a link to’continue reading’ it is always from another blog.
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