There lied a pond in the forest. Not too big and not too small. Not too deep and not too shallow. Just right for a first impression when coming across the body of liquid. So still, it would seem you could walk across it. But why walk on top of such a thing? Above, the clarity makes it seem as if there was no liquid at all. The fish would be seen gliding through as if flying. Each motion unable to make the liquid ripple.
It was a work of art that could never be captured. So unbelievable it would seem like a dream. A pond only fit to be protected within the garden of Eden. To be untainted and sullied by the eyes of man. Instead, it graces us with its presence and stays where it is, unwavering through time and space. In the end this is no regular pond. No.
This is the perfect pond.
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The Smile on my Finger
Short StoryThe world is large and confusing. Sometimes I receive thoughts and just want to place it down. Here are those thoughts.
