A pebble strikes the pond
The ripples roll, expand
Stretch beyond all capacity
Droplets erupt
They taste the magic of the rising sun
Plummet down to crash again
Such glorious chaos
A myriad of unbound consequence
Those stretching endless ripples & drops
That catch the morning light
That spray the variant of hues
The spectrum illuminated in the moment
That is. . .
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