Day 3 It is so quiet. Even the wind does not visit today. The pond-on the surface-has not moved. Dragonflies play upon the periphery of the water. My thoughts shift to the knowledge that life teems below the surface, unseen to human eyes. I have allergies-or a cold-“Go away!”, I tell it. I have plans …
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