He stood in the mouth of the cave and breathed in the sweet morning air. He was right on the junction of the entrance – he could feel the cold air behind him, the warm before.
It was a natural balance he appreciated.
The cave had been a good find. It was warm at night and inaccessible to larger animals. Not too difficult to get to for him – but a challenge.
The warmth was important, he could no longer risk fires. Not for a while anyway. Maybe he could work something out eventually – how would probably need to before winter arrived.
If he survived that long.
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I just sent you an email. I think you will discover that you are not available through the WordPress search engine. Your most recent post was late February with nothing new since then. not by your name or by you site name. I’m and all of my co writers are completely missing. Just so you know.
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Thanks, Marilyn. I did a search for all four sites I administer, plus a few of the major and most prolific sites in this corner of the blogosphere. I’ve written to them too. WP are working on it.
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