The Ice Cave

Shaun Gurmin
Nov 1 · 2 min read
Photo by Kenneth Kuan on Unsplash

Rigid and cold, I sat in the ice cave, surrounded by crystals; how easily I could see through them, their emptiness, merely reflecting what they were not.

I searched, longing for warmth, longing for substance. In a crevice, I found something, radiant, a burning piece of amber. It wasn’t transparent like the others. It was rich: rich with colour, rich with power.

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Thanks to Stephen M. Tomic

Shaun Gurmin

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I am a 30-year-old blogger, teacher and traveller from the UK. I have been writing for most of my life, and I am excited about sharing my passion with you.

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