26.04.15: Sagarmatha, Nepal Posted on Sep 12, 2015 by aishmaraghu He scratched his beard unhappily. She was the youngest they’d found yet. He sighed and called it in. The snow became canvas for another bloody ending. Spread the wordClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like Loading... Related
This is brilliant, and such a wonderful use of the prompts! The image you leave us with is superb! I can’t say enough great things about this. So good! LikeLike Reply
Is it an avalanche?
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So much story in so few words. I really like this. Thanks.
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Oh, that is sad.
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This is brilliant, and such a wonderful use of the prompts! The image you leave us with is superb! I can’t say enough great things about this. So good!
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Loved this one!
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