The leaf moved gracefully and effortlessly across the water's surface. Every time it moved, the sun shone on it in a different light, casting rainbow reflections on its moist, waxy body.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Sail
by The Sharp Shooter
“I feel old and tired sometimes. Feel like I should sail away from the borders of this world, if only just to find new burdens in another. Do you?”
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