“Shines with a mournful light,
Like its own tear,
Because so long divided from the sphere.
Restless it rolls and unsecure,
Trembling lest it grow impure,
Till the warm sun pity its pain,
And to the skies exhale it back again…”
On a Drop of Dew ~ Andrew Marvell
pond life 
strung out 
safety net 
abstract
A Watery Wednesday of dew drops not rain (for a change)
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