Back to category: English Limited version - please login or register to view the entire paper. The Water's Edge I am standing on a rock; my unprotected feet are slipping on the slippery, spongy, mushy moss. A beautiful fish as colorful as a rainbow swims between the rocks in my direction against the current. It swims in harmony alongside a school of fishes, dashing to and fro from left to right in a zigzag formation. I crouch down balancing myself like a tightrope walker against the breeze. The fishes gather round my fish as if telling it a secret. I reach down; my fingers slowly penetrate the water like a hot knife through butter. I can feel a mild wisp of water from... Posted by: Amy Hetzel Limited version - please login or register to view the entire paper. |
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