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Feb 18, 2010
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Reflected reality
Two trees reflected in still waterEqual height in liquid calm.The ripples touch them both.They do not exist on the surfaceExcept in echo, but they are thereBranches interlocking. He is ash, strong, textured bark with wintered age.Solid and deep rooted on rivers edge,She grows a little shorter
In her hawthorn splendour,She leans towards the water, lithely.Her delicate fingered branchesReach out to his black budded tips. Shag dives and distorts Rippled wavesCrash branches in mirrored chaos.The bird alights with silver fishDripping with delight.The river steadies,Reflective stillness returns.Rooted stabilityGrows deep on liquid edge
In her hawthorn splendour,She leans towards the water, lithely.Her delicate fingered branchesReach out to his black budded tips. Shag dives and distorts Rippled wavesCrash branches in mirrored chaos.The bird alights with silver fishDripping with delight.The river steadies,Reflective stillness returns.Rooted stabilityGrows deep on liquid edge
— seabhac, Feb 18, 2010
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