Deeper Quiet

...Even the shores seemed hushed and waiting for the first lone call, and when it came, a single long-drawn mournful note, the quiet was deeper than before. -Sigurd F. Olsen

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The lake shone as sky-white glass, broken into tiny shards by tiny feet. The reflections doubling bodies as if there were twins-one above world, one below. The morning stillness rang deep as they glided between water and sky.