Many thanks to a bereaved Dad who has tagged me for this challenge. I love the picture!
I would love to visit that distant place, explore those indeterminable shapes, perhaps discover a land of promise and opportunity.
I am protected here. At least they say I am. From what, I’m not sure.
The food is OK, and I have water and shelter. Not much in the way of excitement though.
If only I could see what my ancestors had seen, felt what they had felt.
But it’s not meant to be.
I’m part of a repopulation program you see. There are only twelve of us left as my kind are almost extinct, so we are kept in cages and can only dream of freedom.
They think they are doing good, but it’s too late for them to make amends for their misguided past.
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