Short prose
The watercourse glistened in the moonlight. Bits of light sprinkled like confetti adorn the surface. Some waters are bourn, and some are simply freshets. Still, the numerous canals baffle my mind. Trapping essence into one a such an insignificant stream compared to the vastness of the ocean. I love to walk the edge to see where the tributary ends. One with a liquid substance that makes me feel like I am at home.
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