The Clay Flute

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A moment of reflection…

A clay flute sits upon the cluttered bureau of a ten year old.

Etchings run along the sides, her imagination likening them to the runes of an ancient language.

She plays it sometimes, tasting the earthy tone of the clay.

Her fingers dance along the holes, and a soft tune emerges.

A moment of solitude, where her mind can journey to the magical places of legend.

By Susan Cunningham

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