Along the edge of the water she lie waiting for discovery like some waitress cum actress. Her mere presence ruined the serenity of what was once a sanctuary. It was ironic in some ways to find her lying among the tall rushes.Through centuries the rushes have had purpose to make and build, create so many things. This was destruction. There was no purpose in this.
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