Daily Writing Blurb

He fell asleep on one of the chairs in the living room, shoes caked with mud. The metal detector, a well-earned tool of fantasy, leaned against the garden door, its batteries nearly as exhausted as its owner. He slept with dirt on his shoes and hands, with ringing in his ears from the machine's teasing beeps, and with a persistent vision in his mind's eye of long-buried mysteries.

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