Dreams (Fiction)

This lake, surface shimmering under an unblinking light. It calls with a slow undulation, sweeping left to right then back again. Vapors play, swirl and dance. I pray to the nymph or the Lady of the Lake, bring me treasures; the pearls of Poseidon or the sword of English kings, but let not these waters be barren, for they are the dreams of my youth.

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