The glistening streets.
Rain.
Pudddles.
Trains, buses, cars and sodden cyclists.
Sun and the creaking of drying bark on the trees.
A lake shares not one ripple.
The river still runs.
We remain imaginative observers.
daily inspiration - by Roger Ellman
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