"There is a surface of leveled restraint, calm and reflective. But someone is hidden on the shore tossing in pebbles, their landing points creating rippling waves from their epicenters. The blue sky reflected above is no longer pristine, the clouds are jagged and sharp, the sun temporarily torn apart by the vibrations. Sooner rather than later, the calm returns, the chaos a distant memory. Only this level surface remains, reflecting the above, hiding the below. Only the faint hum of bees in the distance."
--- www.linesthroughlines.com
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