Sunday, August 25, 2013

A World In A Ripple



The was a world in the fountain. Everything in it was backwards and upside down. It was all topsy turvy and wobbly. Trees curved and danced in the ripples and homes shook but never broke. The sun let it be there in that fountain, but direct sun took that world away. A tender balance seen between ripples but only at the right angles.

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