Images and stories to spark imagination and whisper to the soul.

This was the fountain with no water. No water, how quiet. I could hear each leaf fall. It’s final bow. I started working backwards in my mind, a search party retracing steps. So much sadness. Then, I started stabbing in dark about the future. So much fear. With a sigh, I stopped and remembered why I was here. A leaf fell and it was quiet again.


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