2 Comments

  1. Silent slips a dark form into and out of the ether, dragonflies swoop and swoon hovering paired in the liquid lanquishing light.

    Like thoughts they rise to fall with quixotism of reflection falling distant as a wish.

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  2. I just spent an hour attemping to get in a likewise position for shooting a reflected twig.

    I did not make it.

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