The water was so clear
The clearest I’ve ever known
Not clear simply in color,
Or the lack thereof,
Not just free of sediment,
But the motion of the water was pure.
The lazy flow, the crystalline texture
Of looking through rippling glass
To count the numberless pebbles
And lose count of minutes and hours.
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