Inle Daydream

Sometimes living in a magical floating silver lake house is just so dull.

Just down the canal in a house not so very different from hers, was the most beautiful man I have ever seen. His cropped hair matched the silver of the lath against sun-worn leather skin. He was watching the children’s school canoes returning from their classes on land. Although he wore no expression the fine lines engraved on his face told a lifetime, and would have shamed a king among men.

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