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Yesterday there was still ice on the pond up the hill, floating like a cloud between two worlds, like a veil between the shifting seasons. Not a wood frog to be found. Only the silent guardian rock, beached like a sailboat at the edge.
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2 comments:
beautiful.
Thanks, Veda. This is a very special place to me.
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