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Transience

Tonight, you'd think the wind could knock me over. I am arthritic, creaking at the joints. I try to stand tall and stoic, but I groan. Involuntary, that. I am neither gnarled nor crumbled. Yet. One day I will be.

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laura-ek

American

Published: Aug 1, 2012
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