Among the ruins I sat on a stone bench facing an isolated pond.
All of a sudden a tortoise came up from the muddy water.
And she's older than my Great Grandma it seems,
But she called me uncle.
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How many of us wear illusion as a permanent garment in this mysterious world. Your tortoise's feathers are as ephemeral as are the Emperor's new clothes it would seem. A sad and reflective poem - with heart. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥