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Nov 2020
it looked like a normal river,
the water so clear,
no dirt near,
and the scent so fresh and clean.
Until we touched the water,
our hands started to bleed,
and the river
was made
of glass.
R L
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R L  17/F
(17/F)   
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     Bogdan Dragos and ---
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