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the swans glided silently on the surface of the water, the water was black, inky almost oily as it moved between the mossy banks. willows overhung the edges. she raised her eyes to the level of the water, and then her lips, slipping the reed slowly from between her lips and quietly and desperately sucked in the cool air as she peered through the screen of branches. still alive.

Posted By E Brower On 04.20.2012 @ 1:57 pm