Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt


Self Care & Mental Health

     The rain drenched the forage, for four days and three nights. The towering trees sprinkled droplets, as the storm brought in a cooler front. They were lushly leafy maple and buckeye trees. The ground tried hard to soak it up, as quickly as the rain fell,... but failed miserably. Surrounding the Tribe, patches of steep water threatened to cover passerby’s with mud. 

     Natalia peaked outside her small intimate teepee, longing to resume her exploration of the area. The wait has been torturous. 

—- Nova Namastè

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