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Feb 2016
The river fought fiercely,
everyday,
moving east toward my loved ones.
The air in June was sweet, but buggy
---a good reason to not stay out too late.
Their souls weren't too deep, just content.
It was the perfect place for an underdog to go
onamonaleah
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