At lake's edge, when the world is quiet
Whitney Barkman
There’s a stillness. A hush. Softness clings to the edges.
To be awake, to witness.
Dew caught in the dim light. A glittering blanket rests upon green leaves, drops onto white petals, adorns green stalks in fairy lights.
Moments pass.
The forest changes quickly now, from dimness to light.
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