Deeper Than Water
Somehow fountains represent all that I long for. I’ve been thinking about when I was young and I would pass by a fountain and I was so fascinated with its consistency. Where does the water come from? I would ask as I watched the water flow from the mouths of angels so generously. Then of course I would beg for a penny and make a wish and cast my coin, my dream, into the bottom of the fountain. It’s a memory that shows how I trusted the universe with my wishes, and how I enjoyed these simple pleasures of tossing a penny into water and thinking all day about when and how my dream would come to fruition. What do you wish for?
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