Saturday
Sep042010

Two

They were savage streams. Electric lines passed beside them where their dead trees fell over. Light bounced out of their clumpy pools. Slow almost flat streams, they had nowhere to fall. They crept in a grassland of old wood, waiting for wild rivers returning.

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