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Pink hyacinth blooms, atop floating green leaves, the dark green bullfrog sits idly, occasionally announcing his presence. Fullmoon light illuminates, the blue water pond imitates a giant silver mirror, reflecting the sky. A single disturbance, created by a drinking damselfly, ripples the night's reflection, like paradoxes through time. I sit and watch being still, until the hum approaches, I have been found by the mosquitos, time to retreat.
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
The Still Nights' Retreat
Pink hyacinth blooms, atop floating green leaves, the dark green bullfrog sits idly, occasionally announcing his presence. Fullmoon light illuminates, the blue water pond imitates a giant silver mirror, reflecting the sky. A single disturbance, created by a drinking damselfly, ripples the night's reflection, like paradoxes through time. I sit and watch being still, until the hum approaches, I have been found by the mosquitos, time to retreat.
jed-johnson
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
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