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Sep 2013
I hear the leaves as the wind strums through them.
They all vibrate, humming, churning the air.

I hear the trees hit the low notes
Groaning a long peaceful note.

The river's drops jump everywhere
ding, Ding Ding
Hitting all the rocks lightly, softly, swiftly.
Francisco DH
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Francisco DH  21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina
(21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina)   
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