Photo Story Descriptors: pale, dusty, old, ruin, regal
- Crystal Cabrae

- Sep 7, 2021
- 1 min read
Photo Story 9/7/21:
It was a dusty day, the wind relentless in its fury as we moved the last of the treasures out the main room. The temple had been battered by the forty straight days of gusty gales. The pillars started to chip day by day until the back pillar collapsed and our living room was no more. We had known that our temple was in ruins and that one day it would get old and we would have to move on. But when the day finally came it was like looking upon a regal statue of the one you love and see it turned old and foreign. Now as we saddle our belongings on our backs, we must find new homes for us to live gayly once more.
End of Photo Story.
Some gems can be found if you let your mind take a break and let your heart take over. I hope you guys have fun making your own photo stories and word vomit your way to victory. Until next week.

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