Cascade

Long brown hair, she turns and streams of shade…  a jet cascade, mirrors leaves above. Strolling, taking in everything, the trees, the grass…  sudden flock of doves. Fountain sprays like shards of glass, slice the summer sky. A complicated girl, living in a world of long broken strings, trying to make sense of dreams and events, fleeting truths and feelings.

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