The early morning sun threw colours at everything; the green-brown river lazed reflected, the bridge stretching waking over it, the #fishing boats scratched its top.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he muttered to himself.
“Yes, it is.”
She was not smiling, but her eyes were.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2016/01/a-beautiful-morn.html
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