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Ah the weekly interpretation of a picture, one that many of my fellow writers will share. Each of us will see this different, but all will follow the simple rules. We are allowed just 100 words to craft a tale. The other 900 promised from the picture will be saved for later, allowing for a brief adventure you may enjoy. I invite you to share in the adventure with us, whether you write your own or read the rest that follow. Rochelle, thanks for the administration and the willingness to heard this rag tag bunch of wordsmiths as we mix pictures with our collections of text.
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(Genre: Inspirational)
He could smell salt in the air. Hear those wonderful sea gulls call.
Only twenty more steps, or shuffles. His hands grasped the ropes like a life line.
From nearly dead back to the beach in only 162 days.
He wondered if the sand would feel different on his deformed feet. He willed his legs to move faster, but this was now normal; one hundred yards from a handicapped spot to the beach.
The end grew nearer. He could see the ocean now; that beautiful blue promise of joy. He leaned forward to put his foot on the sand. Victory!
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Joe's Musings 
Joe, you did a great job of making your reader feel what your character feels in this piece.
Thanks for all of your help, but I think I am going to hold off on posting anything further for the time being. If I do post, it will appear publicly only on a trial basis the rest will be explicitly private. Thanks again for helping me through this process.
I posted, but it only appears on my page.