Saintly Wisdom

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The sage of Kanchenjunga considered the prostrate figure.

“Your offerings, O wise one!” The writer shivered. “Vermilion from India, a blue lily from the Nile, and a piano ballad from Tuscany. Now will inspiration be mine?”

The sage beamed. “Yes. Throw them away and write about your travels.”

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24 thoughts on “Saintly Wisdom

    1. mixedbag Post author

      Thank you, Asha! I guess it stemmed from my own inability to come up with something in response to the prompts πŸ™‚

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    1. mixedbag Post author

      The story in my head really started with the guy trudging through a snowy mountain to meet this sage. Couldn’t fit that in with the tight word-limit, so I thought Kanchenjunga would explain it. Didn’t mean for it to sound like an appeasement strategy, but I get what you mean. Thank you, Anusha!

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      1. anusrini20

        Not sure if you understood me – I thought your writing doesn’t allow the reader to think you could possibly be in the same situation as your protagonist. It was a compliment! Now I’m embarrassed that I couldn’t communicate effectively. πŸ˜…

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    1. mixedbag Post author

      Thank you, Sara. The sage wanted this guy to travel, to broaden his horizons, those were really the offerings he wanted πŸ™‚

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    1. mixedbag Post author

      Thank you, Tara πŸ™‚ I was so blocked when I saw these prompts. The story stemmed from that, I guess!

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