How much do I appreciate Newshoots?
How
much do I appreciate Newshoots?
How much indeed.
To try to picture how much I appreciate
Newshoots, imagine a lake. A tranquil lake. A very tranquil lake. A lake not
unlike lake Namtso of South-Western China. A cormorant glides overhead, and a
yak munches lazily on some marram grass. Your bare feet brush over some coral,
as you gaze wide-eyed at the majestic beauty of the Himalayan Mountains that
surround you. You bend down to touch the lake’s surface, which has taken on an
unusual hue. You are surprised to find that the lake’s salt water has turned
into honey. You are about to drink deeply from this golden pool of wisdom and
understanding, when something else catches your eye. Who is that mysterious
figure floating in a lilac buoyancy ring in the middle of the lake? That’s
right, it’s me. You stare into my enticing eyes, and in a brilliant flash of
realization you see all that I have acquired, both in my newfound enjoyment and
my greater understanding of the many sides of creative writing. You look away
from my piercing stare, to find you are no longer at the lake that this text so
meticulously depicted. Alas, this honeyed fantasy has reached it’s conclusion,
but I hope you learned much on this fictional journey, just as I have learned
much at Newshoots.
Until
next time,
Tom
Barker
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