In response to Sonya’s 3 line tale, week # 127, to write a tale in 3 lines on the picture given.
The hot barren desert welcomed me as I opened my eyes. The plane crash seemed to have no survivors, except me.
I had to find a way out of this godforsaken place and make a movie, of my survival and escape.
With no idea where I was, thinking of all the money I would make, I started marching, leaving behind a trail of footprints, on the sands of time!
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