Water Wound

in a land where water


ponds draw all threads


every plant large and small carefully


without regard for their


in a desperate dance of


There are few tapestries as richly varied as the edges of ponds

In the wildlands, water both draws and binds.

For more tales of water, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

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