Dreaming of Tranquility (14)

Everyday slower than the last. The river that passes through town seems to be the only stable body. One man sleeps while another fishes in the sun. The cool calm air brushes lightly against their faces. True silence. Breathing and nothing else. The fisherman thinks about the weight he would experience at the bottom of the river. The sleeper wonders the same.

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