by Allegra Hyde

“One of them bubbled out of the ground with a crystalline spurt and a sort of sob, and then carved its own sandy bed. But it was no sooner born than it lost confidence and plunged underground again. The other spring, almost invisible, brushed over the grass like a snake and spread itself secretly in the middle of a meadow where the narcissus, flowering in a ring, alone bore witness to its presence.”

-Colette