Stopping only long enough to take a picture, I turned around to find my party had moved further into the cave. My attempt to follow their direction was met with a fork in the path.
Left or right; I chose right.
After a while, I decided I’d taken the wrong path. It was then that I decided to wait to be rescued.
As I stood there, I was bathed in the faint glow of a million phosphorescing gems. Some winking, others twinkled as I turned my camera towards the shiny specks, setting off my flash.
Rescue would never find me.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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