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Jan 2023
Red clay with deep veins.
Grassy patches draped above
leaning towards the flowing wet;
Ground falling in crumbling chunks;
Until smoothly running in the heavy rains.
Caught in the rocks at the bottom
as it pools with mixing water.
Land that's been part of one story
becoming part of another.
Lost dreams rushing to another bank.
Rebecca
Written by
Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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   Mike Adam
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