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Feb 2012
I walked to the edge of the river,
dipped my hand in and
felt the cool air hit my chilled fingertips.

I knew no one had been here before,
practicing my ritual of solitude,
saying goodbye to yesterdays faults.

Standing on the edge of the river,
somewhere between land and water.
a maki
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a maki  California
(California)   
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