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This is my second week of taking part in the 100 word challenge. I absolutely loved the thought process involved in getting the most you can out of 100 words. After such a warm response from fellow participants I just knew I had to give it another go.
Julia used a photo prompt this week from her friend’s blog, The Incredible Lightness of Seeing. To find a list of all the other entries this week, click here.

This is the place where our memories were made. Where seeds were sewn and life mapped out.
This is the place where our secrets were shared. Where curiosities explored and trouble brewed.
In this dusty, cramped, damp, draughty cliff side cabin our lives were magical and full of laughter.
You can still see them sitting on the veranda eating mangos and hear the sound of conch shells being blown down by the coast. If you breath deeply you can smell the kerosene from the lamps and feel the fireflies whizzing past.
This is the place where our memories were made.
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  1. Tinuke B

    December 4, 2011 at 8:34 pm

    >;-) Thank you

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  2. Anonymous

    December 4, 2011 at 1:55 pm

    >GSussex
    I love how this is structured. A beautiful piece

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  3. jfb57

    December 3, 2011 at 10:42 pm

    >I'd love to have a place like that where memories like that were made. You have painted such a clear picture for your readers that I'm sure I won;t be the only one who wants to go there. Fabulous!

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  4. SusanKMann

    December 3, 2011 at 12:05 am

    >Nicely done. A nice memory.

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  5. Tinuke B

    December 2, 2011 at 7:59 pm

    >Ooh thank you Robin, very well spotted, that's a slap on my wrist for rushing!
    It's funny I read your comment from my email account and knew exactly what you were referring to before I even looked at the text.

    xx Tin

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  6. Robin Hawke

    December 2, 2011 at 7:20 pm

    >I wondered about "them"…felt disconnected there. I got pulled back in, so wonder if it should be "us". It's the only time it's not "our".

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  7. Lorely

    November 30, 2011 at 6:52 pm

    >Yes, makes we want to head back to the tropics too. Wish I was sitting on that verandah now! Nicely done!

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  8. Anna

    November 30, 2011 at 5:52 pm

    >great post, very moving

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  9. Tinuke B

    November 30, 2011 at 5:39 pm

    >Thank you Lynda xxx

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  10. Lynda

    November 30, 2011 at 4:27 pm

    >That is so evocative. Loved the sights, sounds and memories. Lovely!

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  11. Tinuke B

    November 30, 2011 at 3:09 pm

    >you're right it is really poem-ish!

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  12. Midlife Singlemum

    November 30, 2011 at 1:51 pm

    >This is really beautiful Tinuke. It's more of a poem than straight prose as the rhythm carries you through. I could smell the kerosene… :)

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  13. Tinuke B

    November 30, 2011 at 11:33 am

    >@Joe Let me come in your suitcase!

    @Sparks – thank you xx

    @Sally-Jayne- thank you, I think it helped drill home how important the home was : )

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  14. Sally-Jayne

    November 30, 2011 at 9:52 am

    >Beautiful. I like the repetition of "This is the place where ".

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  15. sparksinshadow

    November 30, 2011 at 6:29 am

    >Lovely!

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  16. joem18b

    November 30, 2011 at 1:19 am

    >Well done. I'm ready to go back to the tropics.

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