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May 2020
Heightened, above it, the crane strikes down on water.
Eerie fog splits down the path of the creature.
Lore speaks that the crane caught the trout.
Lightly carrying it in it's mouth to drop it on the shore.
Written by
Patrick Harrison  18/M/Chicago
(18/M/Chicago)   
185
   MS Anjaan
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