In and out, she
coiled her way about the lake waters
with impish delight. She was a fish, unfarmed, breathing in its fresh clean waters
with satisfaction, her scales, smooth cerulean skin. And when she noticed the
man on shore, hands in pockets, smiling, she projected herself high above the
water's surface and with one noble splash, disappeared below the late vernal
sunset.
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The always disappear.
Evocative imagery. Very nice.
Thanks guys!
I'm so glad to read your words again. You have such a deft hand with images and feelings. Reading this is akin to watching an artist's brush strokes, revealing the (beautiful) image stroke by stroke.
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