Walking Waters

story by: Crystal Ashton
Written on Dec 23, 2014 

  The waters from the canopy descended,falling ever so freely beneath my feet.  The waters descended without a cloud in the sky.  I was soon carried by its force,beneath my feet. Carrying me as a new born with out direction . My feet were elevated by the descending stream. The walking waters carried me into the caves of beams.

 

Tags: happy, humor, imagery, weird, wishful,

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