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The river bed was a happy community of rocks, all sharp edges made smooth by aeons flow. The colours, the dove greys to rusty browns, were the ink of most placid daydreams. In that water my every hope was a fish, swimming in its own path as if the water tickled it. In that cool flow, beneath the frosted-glass surface, there was time to ponder. Though thus far the odds had been stacked against us, perhaps at last things were about to go our way.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 12, 2024.
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Rocks underwater have a depth to the grey, a water given hue of strength.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 11, 2020.
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Under the water the rocks are ever more beautiful, bejewelled by barnacle crowns.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 11, 2020.
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The rock in the brine sit with eternal patience as around them the sea creatures carry on their freeform flash-dance.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 11, 2020.
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Under the water the rocks are as shiny as any jewel to the human eye.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 11, 2020.