Easter
As the sun goes down, the river is almost flat calm. A duck swims over the reflection of the Cira building. Fish come to the surface for flies, leaving circular ripples to expand and disappear.
posted by Elizabeth Thorpe at 10:53 PM
2 Comments:
Lovely, lovely, lovely. You have the eye of a poet. I'm so glad you are my friend. (How middle school is that?)
Should be christy a, dont'cha think?
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