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Rising from the waters the nymph, finger-combs her hair. I watch from the bank as I do every morning fetching water for the family. She is breathtaking, and I fall in love again.
The sunlight turns leaves into emeralds and water into sapphire. The tree trunks a tangle of luminous tiger eyes poured out among green and yellow jade. I do not know if I love her or the river more, but they are the same, so it matters not.
(words 80; first published 11/29/2023 – written for a FB group prompt, aim is 50 words)