Swift surreptitious sweeps of breeze, bending light surfaces a broken blur Arcs of wash around the mirrored sky Swans span the lake draw rings within; simple strokes of white, a brush of livid hue In inky willow shades twigs inscribe finesse of line - calligraphy
Just 44 words for Lisa’s prompt: Brushing the dust off in which we apply a brush of sorts to the quadrille
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