The Lady of the Lake knows the heaviness of Excalibur weighing the paths of Arthur, Launcelot and Guinevere. What would be her measure of the depth of lotus petals atop a valley which once was a lake, and the pull of waters west? Running past charred rivers on crinkled silver she tripped on heartdrops from lakesides. Time to ask the sea
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