A fallen leaf floats about, blown by easy breezes like a miniature sailboat. The old bass snoozes under a sunken log. Plunk. One acorn drops into the water and disturbs the glassy reflection. Oak images dance and waver as ripples pass by, then return to calmed stillness. The sailboat-leaves return to their courses.
The trees lean in to watch. They are impassive specta...
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