She sits by a small pond in her backyard
Admiring the reflection of the sky and trees
Calmly moving her hand through the water
The soft ripples flow around her fingers
She is the one in control
Across the pond
A small round leaf hits the water
It sits on top without causing a large disturbance
She can carefully remove it
Then, they approach the pond
They become the only reflection she can see
Consuming the entire surface
They guide her hand in new directions
At first, it's gentle
It's a soothing motion
But it quickly becomes reckless
Muddying the pond that was so pure
Even after they leave
The once pristine water remains cloudy
And no matter how hard she tries
She cannot remove the dirt
Will it ever be clear again?
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