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The Depths

A mucky puddle still holds the reflected night. Two maundering starlings peck at the dark pool as if fishing. One worm wriggles up, the birds don't seem inclined to eat it one bubble in the puddle surfaces - I sense a kraken.

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Yann Rolland

Date: 10/18/2023 4:34:00 PM

beautiful imagery, icould see the scene, very talented indeed yann

Eric Ashford
Date: 10/31/2023 3:59:00 PM

Thank you Yan, much obliged to you for this positive review. Cheers E

Di11y Da11y

Date: 10/18/2023 7:49:00 AM

I like this as I could also stare at a puddle and find a lot to say :)

Eric Ashford
Date: 10/31/2023 4:00:00 PM

Had fun writing this Dilly, and yes puddles are not all empty and shallow. We see what we want to see in them. Best E