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Saturday, August 19, 2006

Fire and Water

Fire crept toward the pool of water, billowing thick black smoke in its wake. The water, calm and serene, remained motionless, unmoved by the sneaking destruction around it. The fire, while destroying everything around the water, will fizzle out once it reaches the water, murdered by its calm, smooth surface, untouched by decimation and the incineration that is taking place behind it, to its sides, and above it.

The water is silent, unmoved by any of it.



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