Visions of Quietness
By elz
Sun, 17 Dec 2006
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In the village of Ely the canal boats glide silently by,
Painted flowers and vibrant colours painted on their sides.
The smell of fish and chips diffuses through the air, amongst the mist and rain.
Inside the log fire burns with a softly crackle,
To leave a thin trail of smoke to sail on into the sky.
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