metaphors

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He played the music for a place where a stream met a dark, clear lake.

Also known through endearment and chance as the Lake of Tears.

The stream swept, climbed, danced as it always would. Then the lake ran, rapid and smiling despite herself. Regal as a queen and joyous as a windswept banner.

The disturbance, he secretly fancied, caused light to finally reach down to the depths.

Even if only for a little while.