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Feb 2015
it is like a muddy avalanche,
surfing the surface, pulling from the deep,
boulder size nuggets, leaving cuts,
that blood, has to be stanched,
landside not a victory, rubble forms a heap,
at the bottom, where Earth puts

feet.
Gud velsigne deg og bevare deg
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
971
   --- and Elizabeth Squires
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