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officially evaporated |
| it’s hard to believe, as the rivers rise and ice coats the land in a layer of shining crystal, that way down south, a lake is dry, as though the gods had pursed their lips around a straw and drawn it into them. and on its empty bed, the remnants of boats and the skeletons of fish and birds linger still, the last memory of water, azure blue. it’s gone now, evaporated into mist, that falls in snow over my hometown, the ghost of a lake haunting the world. line count: 20 news article: http://news.yahoo.com/lake-twice-size-los-angeles-evaporated-may-never-193602730... Prompt for: Jan 23, 2016 ▶︎ |