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above the village
"Above the Village"
The mountain’s grey ridge holds the sky in place, firm and still.
Rain begins in even pulses—drop, drop, drop—each clear and separate.
Below, the village unfolds in neat rows: tiled roofs reflecting silver beads.
Paths shine with gentle rivers, each drop tracing the same perfect curve.
At the mountain’s edge, a waterfall forms—water moves in measured arcs.
The steady beat of falling water feels magical: constant, predictable, alive.
From sky to earth, each drop completes its single, precise journey.
In that rhythm of rain, the world finds calm through repetition.
