In my brain I hear a lot of clapping, a roar of a crowd. It’s my imagination – sush – because I’m going back in. I’ve found a flashlight and heading back into the mines.
Don't steal. It hurts my feelings.
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That’s the only way, Rachel dear. Back to the mines and what you hear as applause is just the winging and squeaking of bats. It’s not fun down there, but you are safe, and it’s the only way to bring back the gold and silver ore. xo
Hard labor, the weight on your back, but you pull the words up eventually. The bats are company. Still in it. Chipping away.
xoxo