Lake Lewisia #1350

[scrubjayspeaks]

Time looked up from its work, delicately lifting hands away from the dominoes it had just added to the elaborate Rube Goldberg machine that was its creation, and it smiled to hear the sound of fireworks and cheering and champagne corks. Accustomed to being blamed for age and loss, it was nice for so many of them to suddenly remember who also brought the coming spring and the maturing wines and the growing children. For one who gnawed iron and had stones for meal, it was a welcome relief instead to drink down one night’s worth of their frenzied gratitude for the chance to see another year.

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LL#1350