The stream makes a turn.

There, at the corner of perfection and bliss, lie rocks from far up the way

The pebbles are different from the ones that poked the ball of my feet if I jumped just a little too close to the shore as a child

but that was then…

Years have passed and the water has stroked deep softness into the smooth face of the massive rock beings who appear the same size as they were back then…

But then… I was smaller, and so they seemed bigger, and so now, perhaps they are different.

This is returning to the purity of life as it breathes…

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