Friday, January 9, 2015

from previous--

holding  her  hand  where  will he  lead  her, one  step  at  a  time  , she  stopped, it  was  a lake, small lake,, the  water  was  blue  and  clear,  so  clear  the  fishes  in it  were  visible  from above, the  bed contained shells,  mother  of  pearls  and  some  pearls, the  swans  swam  gracefully  on the  surface, the lake  was  surrounded  with  wild  growing  flowers in profusion,  some  bordering  it  in a  circle others  leading  themselves  to  grow  in  the  lake  itself

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