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Apr 2014
It was in the way
our leaves fell to the ground
and our branches collided
and our trunks fell upon one another
while the wind blew us down
and although we fell hard and swift
our roots still were sunk deep within the ground
showing no budge or sway
because that is where they (we) will remain:
until the water runs dry
and the sky grows dark
-- anchored in the earth.
Ashleigh Black
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Ashleigh Black  27/F/Owosso, Michigan
(27/F/Owosso, Michigan)   
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