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The Sentinel

Photo prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

On a stout stone, grey from his nose to his tail, he watch’s individuals traveling. Time passes quickly for the bear. To his left doors wait, snaring anyone who enters them. On his right, lights sing seductive lullabies. As ice crystals coat his talon’s, he calls out, stay on the path, don’t dally, don’t drink. Yes tonight policymakers intends to save more souls from Christmas. So they locked the doors and dimmed the lights. It’s a shame that no one told the Bear, he could have had a holiday. Merry Christmas…

On a warmer day in North Devon
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