The sole survivor of a shipwreck, she clung to detritus, coming to rest at last on an island far from any shipping lanes. An incessant wind blew across this island, cooling her during hot days, chilling her through cold nights. She hated that wind. After many failed attempts, she built a sturdy home. Shelter from the wind. A place, other than the branches of a tree, from which she could shelter from the wild boar she eventually learned to hunt to supplement the grains and fruit she first foraged, later cultivated.
I'm sure I'd jump on that ship, no hesitation! I have learned, over the past couple of years, just how valuable my friends and family are to me, not necessarily in that order. Which is surprising, I always imagined myself a real loner. I guess I enjoy my downtime but I'd miss hugs, for sure. And I'd probably be ravenous!! 🤣🤣🤣
Great story Dascha. I wonder what I would do? I like being alone, but probably not perpetually. I think I would have returned and wrote a book about my time on the island. And basked in my 15 minutes of fame. 🤣
I'm sure I'd jump on that ship, no hesitation! I have learned, over the past couple of years, just how valuable my friends and family are to me, not necessarily in that order. Which is surprising, I always imagined myself a real loner. I guess I enjoy my downtime but I'd miss hugs, for sure. And I'd probably be ravenous!! 🤣🤣🤣
Great story Dascha. I wonder what I would do? I like being alone, but probably not perpetually. I think I would have returned and wrote a book about my time on the island. And basked in my 15 minutes of fame. 🤣
This is truly outstanding. A rebel story. Love it.
Curious choices, wondering if I could do that. Love the image.