Reflection can be a hazy art, especially when the photographer and camera are both amateurs. Nonetheless, this is a reflection worth capturing, me thinks, on this sun-hazy morning, imprinted and ready-framed on the entrance wall of our house as it was, as if asking to be art, as I sat waiting for the coffee kettle to boil and chanced to look up from the poem I was reading about eels and other things (vaginas) to see it.
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