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Feb 2022
There are times I turn to the river,

when life roils and churns like the rapids,

and I remember what the river has always

known when it heaves and ebbs, and runs

swiftly by, carrying broken branches just

as abraded stones appear as polished gems
Philip Lawrence
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Philip Lawrence  New York
(New York)   
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