The tobacco ash which dropped upon his person testified eloquently just how much Harold was willing to suffer for his art.
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With the coming of the great equine people, outdated modes of power fell into disrepair and decay.
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Frederick too comfort in the shape of his new home.
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Marjory contemplated the secret passageway with chagrin. Why was it always a giant tree?
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The period recreation of New Paris startled the indigenous lifeforms with its splendor.
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Their glass menagerie was by far the loveliest in the galaxy.
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Gregory marveled from inside the biodome. He would never get used to the beauty of a Martian sunset.
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Bertha couldn’t stand it. Ever since Edith and Hilda had died, they’d been insufferable camera hogs.
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** Yesterday I didn’t post one of my incredibly inspiring writing prompts, so I am making up for it today. I felt guilty depriving you of my sparkling wit, though it was for a noble cause. Also, I plan on posting a new #FridayFlash this week, so I hope you will tune in again tomorrow!
The god stood, scratched himself, and wondered why his monument had fallen into such disrepair.
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**Many thanks to Paul Weimer for pointing out that this beautiful photo would make a wonderful writing prompt.
*** I take full blame responsibility for the text portion of the prompt.
Madge had been holding the pose for only ten minutes, but to her aching arms it felt like eternity.
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