 French la Vie
Three glasses sat on the wooden table.
Sunlight poured through them—
soft, clear, simply lovely.
I don’t know why they caught my attention.
Or what they were trying to say.
But something about them—
the stillness,
the way the light held inside the glass,
the silence between them—
Reflection.
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