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We are this river; a slow, meandering wend within the landscape

Trees, dotted on hills; the map reveals a wonder of cartography

Faded ink in time of remembering; a snapshot of us

An old picture book - long since lost, then found – tickles us into laughter

I am Telesto, a tiny moon in motion, a forgotten daughter of the Greek god, Oceanus, an orbital body of stories and myth - forget me at your peril, for I am proof that even the smallest of us can become our own centers of gravity

for DS106 Daily Create

Singing from the edge of a spring seasonal pool, a chorus of frogs

Melodic bird song: One lone nightingale, warbles under the moonlight

Whispered note, a breath, a conjuring frequency, one lone ear-worm, left

Along the edges of highways and roads, flowers - wild – paint the landscape

Suddenly: verdant - where brown dirt was, now grass grows green as the eye sees