A Pond
It was only a pond…frozen and unyielding,
Yet it beautifully accommodated such
Tender grooves forged by a small girl child.
A sedimentary river, dividing itself in
Anticipation of a long wooden boat’s
Splicing. Voluntary segregation.
posted by Arielle @ 10:19 PM
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Hey Arielle. My week's going well, how's yours? I'm in some interesting but insanely hard honors classes this quarter. I'm in one NATS, the Honors Human Genetics class, which may be my undoing. Otherwise, I'm looking forward to camping out for hockey tickets tomorrow.
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