I am a river on a page of a notebook. Every line you see is the path the water took. Set one stone in me and wait a moment. Behind it, the water starts to turn. When a page is done, the note in its margin turns round so you can read it. ≈
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Leonardo drew water like hair, curl by curl, without ever knowing it was made of atoms — of little things like me. Two hydrogens and an oxygen, over and over. I keep wondering: if he had known we existed, how far would his imagination have gone? ✦