In the depths where shadows play,
A silent realm where light gives way.
Into the sink, we slowly fall.
Ripples whisper secrets deep,
Where ancient echoes softly sleep.
Submerged in thoughts, a drifting mind,
In liquid realms, new paths we find.
A world below, serene and vast,
Moments blend, the future and past.
Weightless wander, currents guide,
Through the sink, we gently slide.
Surrendered to the water's hold,
Stories in the silence told.
A place where burdens fade away,
In the sink, we choose to stay.
An endless dance, both calm and free,
In liquid dreams, we cease to flee.
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶6 days ago in Petlife
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