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Whispers of Stillness
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Almost sunset. I sit on the riverbank letting the water dribble over my toes and massaging my soles against the pebbles underfoot. I listen to the water trickling along and to the insects droning. Above me is a river of blue, sky born of bluest petals, as if it were once a great expanse of nothing until white flowers melted upward. The puffy, white clouds silently sail by gently passing on toward any place the wind wishes to take them.
river mirrors sky
sunset hues blend seamlessly
whispers of stillness
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Sara Etgen-Baker
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