Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, February 9:

This lake was home to a white swan. Though the swan left every autumn to migrate south, it was to the lake that she always returned in the spring, and it was her favorite place in the whole world. She spent many long hours diving in the murky water to dine on small insects and watching the light write changes on the surface of the lake. One moment it would be radiant, the next it would turn dark under the shadow of the clouds. She never tired of looking at it.

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2 responses to “Sunday Six

  1. mdsuze

    Thank you Thank you Thank you for the white swan watching the light write changes on the surface of the lake. It was, after all, her favorite place in the whole world.

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