Dead Paper

"My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
And yet they seem alive and quivering..."

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at the edge of the lake we stood transfixed by the dark blue ripples; dreaming of all the magic  we couldn’t see.

at the edge of the lake

we stood transfixed

by the dark blue ripples;

dreaming of all the magic 

we couldn’t see.