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The Waters II
Silence in Everything
Lap, lap, lap.
A singular sound in a blanketed world. The sun pushes through; the fog will not concede. A vacuous fight. An egret takes flight somewhere above as the boat glides past islands of water hyacinth. Fingers trail mindlessly through reflection of knotted leaves as Charon rises from the mist. Encased in my mind, the silence breaks thrusting me into a world of magnificent beauty as we drift past a mustering of black storks.
~ NRM
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