A clearing is found.
The cool, crisp morning light shines down
upon the liquid, tranquil depths of a lost pond.
A leaf falls, disrupting the surface-
the surface distorts.
Ripples race towards the shore.
In that instant, the world holds its breath.
waiting.for the disruption to destroy.
The ripples dissolve, leaving silence in the cool, crisp morning light.
Tranquility once again survives.
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