Sarah stared, wide-eyed at the white frothed waves shifting ever higher into the cave. She knew she had to go in and face the “one”. Sarah’s normally safe world, outside this place of spirits and old legends could be shattered if she didn’t perform this ritual every year. She worriedly twisted the string of beads. Ignoring the cold spray from the sea, she entered the sacred cave. Conducted in a few moments as the sea began to rise, quietly ignoring the cold waves creeping up her legs, she said the secret words as many had before her.
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Wordle 683
The Bag Lady 
An intriguing story
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Good one Cheryl
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