Leaves are rustling in the wind; already turned black, red and gold. Summer's last sun rays fade into the mist as it rises from a lonely lake, gone forever. Autumn's hymn heralds a day to remember – a day of unison, a day of commitment, a day of a past overcome. Let us build a memorial in our name, to remind us of who we are, what lies behind us and what we can achieve as one people. Let's celebrate, let's mourn and honour this day. A flag is rustling in the wind; proudly dancing in black, red and gold.
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Weekly Writing Exercises
General FictionEvery week a new writing exercise -- this is my ambition. Drabble, poem or short story, you will find everything here. The topics are variegated, you may even prompt me. And there are updates every week!
