CONNECTIONS

Alone in my room with the heat of the desert closing upon me. There’s a call like a knife in my gut. All that I need is to talk face to face, to see the expression, the echoing face as each word is spoken. Somehow I believe I’m connected to what this place is and what lies beyond. I know there is more but for now what looks to be walls is all that protects me from others.

This is another in my evolving series of dot to dot images. To help you understand what I was thinking I wrote the short bit of fiction above.

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