by John Grey
Wind ripples lake surface.
Trees splinter.
Clouds crumple.
Faces fold up like accordions.
No reflection is safe.
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by John Grey
Wind ripples lake surface.
Trees splinter.
Clouds crumple.
Faces fold up like accordions.
No reflection is safe.
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