A mythical entry by Of Glass & Paper
Thank you so much for taking part in #writephoto – Lake
They were back, after all that time, back in the forests they loved, and by the lake. There was no noise, part from the low howling of the eastern wind in the trees, and from time to time the sound of water droplets from where a fish, or its ghost, came to the surface. Silently they stripped, and entered the water, walking until they knew it would get much deeper.
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