Twelve Miles of Two Lanes: Morning on a Pond

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Sunday, February 17, 2008

Morning on a Pond

Butterscotch fingers of morning sun brush the water's glass surface: Black obsidian turns to golden honey, and golden honey to a silvery mirror where creatures come to give their reflections a good-morning kiss. Perfume of pine mixes with incense of campfire and coffee. We raised a sunken treasure. Sign in to see full entry.

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