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The Mirror Below – by Heather Mirassou

She knelt where night and dawn entwinesthe water cold, the air like wine.The lake lay still, a breathing glass,where souls of old and shadows pass.Her face appeared, yet not her own,a younger ghost, in silver tone.The girl, she began to rise,with moonlight burning in her eyes.”Why do you call me from the deep?”the spirit asked,… Continue reading
