 French la Vie 
Water has a language from deep within.
Caressing stone. Smoothing its edges through steadfastness.
Gabriel circles the fountain in our village.
Counts another lap with his little toy car.
Then another lap.
He was circling the fountain, circling the living source. It felt so symbolic to me as I watched.
Love moves like water, nourishing roots we cannot see, finding every small opening, carrying yesterday into tomorrow
Childhood is a fountain of youth.
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