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Feb 2015
smooth grey-black stones
you held in your hands
i threw them one-by-one
into the dark oil-like water of the lake
they made intertwining radiating circles
that spread out slowly
to finally lap gently
at the crystalline sand
at the water's edge
and tickled you
between your perfect toes
ottaross
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ottaross  Ottawa
(Ottawa)   
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   Ronald D Lanor and JWolfeB
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