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Mar 2018
The man sits on the bank
of the night cloaked lake,
with his feet in the water,
for the time being.

Bright moonlight illuminates his form but
his eyes trace the ripples
he leaves in the water.
Nick Stiltner
Written by
Nick Stiltner  23/M/Tx
(23/M/Tx)   
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