The paintings—spear-wielding hunters and their various prey, daubed in #umber on the cave wall—seemed to dance in the flickering torchlight. But what was this?

"John, is that figure carrying a camera? It looks just like you!"

But John was gone.

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After Jezzika & I finished dinner in the hotel, we retired to a lounge. A love seat before the fireplace caught her fancy & she pulled me to it. We sat together & sipped the syrupy digestif the waiter had recommended. Then I saw it.
Over the mantel was a huge oil painting. It was a familiar autumn scene, with browns, yellows, and the #umber of the fertile soil. I stood & approached it. It was signed Grant in the corner. It was only the second of my father's paintings I had ever seen.

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Beneath the brazen sky
Where eagles used to fly
Lies a lifeless land of #umber tones
A deathless death imbues
This world of muted hues
Infertile earthen fields & yellowed bones
For nothing here's alive
To fear the reaper's scythe
Or watch him as he sits upon his throne
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She kneeled on the lawn in front of her house and scanned the green until she could see the #umber coloured soil beneath. It had not rained in a while and the dirt was getting dry which intensified the grassy smell that was flavoured with wild herbs.

Ah, there it was!

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Part I:

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