My Place

 

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photo by Raúl Nájera via Unsplash

I slipped past the “Danger – Do not enter sign” and walked all the way to sit down at the edge of the cliff.
The strong breeze whispered through my hair which gave me a feeling of having a conversation with the supreme power and I savoured my moments of freedom and solitude.
It was me after all, who had placed the sign to discourage people from entering my place of Zen.


Three Line Tales – Week 226