Apr 27, 2023
Magda, die gelbe Dampflok Magda, the yellow steam locomotive
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Magda, die gelbe Dampflok Magda, the yellow steam locomotive
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OPEN TO ANY where: along a cliff / beach / shoreline somewhere when: late afternoon
DSLR resting in his palms, the day had been long and full of absolute fuck-heads, in his opinion. Adam hadn’t the time or patience to hang around at the shop after his last No Show of the day, so with a six-pack in his truck and his equipment in tow, he headed to one of the penninsulas for a little solo debrief. He thought he’d score a few golden hour shots along the rocky edge, crack a beer and smoke something angry out of his system. But as he went to take a photo of yet another shoreline on another afternoon, he heard something up-wind that piqued his attention.
He knew there were plenty of walkways along the bay line, tourist lookouts, and little hideout nooks you could secretly fit someone between your legs and it could have been anyone minding their own business. Still, though, it was an odd sound, not one he could explain, so with a few downward steps towards the beach he rounded the edge of a jaggardy rock wall to investigate. “He - ello?” He broke the call into two, peering around for the culprit. “Hey, uh — I’m not lookin’ to scare or be scared so...” His fist tightened immediately around his gear. Right, like that was a macho thing to say to scare off any potential Boogeymen. Still, he didn’t like jump-scares.
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I know some people find this place home but do a majority of it’s residents actually like it here?
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