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Competition entry |
Skeins unravelling through the feathery, fluffy clouds. One by one, cannonball down, joining their friends at the water's edge. Children's laughter ripples upon the crested waves, water ski-ing paddles on the pellucid plane. Lurking, slithering hungry eyes Spy some feet dangling down, Shots of orange attack the elusive enemy Convergence conquers. Crumbs are cold comfort to the foe below. |