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May 31
The large rock was dislodged
The one overlooking the cove.
Many centuries it had remained.
Many generations had sat upon it.
Yet how brief was its final tumble?
One bounce. Two. Three. Four.
A flock of birds is almost squashed.
An ancient tree is obliterated.
Roll. Splash. Gone.
Written by
Will Raderecht  24/M
(24/M)   
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   Pippa Christie
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