Sunday, July 18, 2010


Dusk dawned on the lake, turning the water skin bronze. On the banks of the lake, a withered willow stood. Though its life is almost at an end, it stood proud on the banks. The sky behind it was a blinding orange, centering behind the willow. Mountains on the horizon, a magnificently colored lake, a old but proud willow.
A beautiful sight, a beautiful sight indeed.

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