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The lake is still in the evening sun
A little breeze make the longer grass sway on the bank
and a ripple disturb the surface:
A mayfly lands
A swallow drinks and is gone before I see
With a rattle, a duck takes off from behind the island
Then it is still again
Beneath the reflections are fish
Sometimes - but not yet tonight -
A circle of ripples flows out from a rise
...
Monday 15th January 2018 3:40 pm

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