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Immortal

This weeks prompt photograph is provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The silence was frightening, nothing moved, nothing lived. Pristine sands. The deep blue ocean. So still. Once there would have been shadows cast by life. But now. No trees, no grasses, no insects. Even the humble bee was no more, for no flowers broke the monotony of the golden yellow sands. No clouds tainted the blue sky. There was no breeze to lift a single grain of sand. One solitary ruin remained on this planet, to hint at its past. But no one could visit planet earth. The radioactively of its surface was off the scale. Sterilised by a man…

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