PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
We had been following the clues and searching for the meeting place most of our teenage years.
To finally have made it, to the inner circle, the inner sanctum of everything.
All the failed attempts and false trails meant nothing because we were here. The promise land and utopia waited for us.
How long would we have to wait?
Was someone meant to be meeting us?
The clues just guided us here nothing else would everything become clear once we took our seats and trusted the answers that had led us here.
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The search for answers, something that they had been searching for there whole lives…