Sleep on it

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‘There’s just no time to think,’ says the wind to the water, barely brushing her surface as he hurries towards the night not looking where he’s going.

‘Oh, please; there’s only time to think,’ says the water to the wind, moonlight shimmering all about whilst fish ghost deep beneath and the dark comes closing in.

 

©James Bruce May, 2017

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