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Jul 2014
An orange sun cools,
drifts beneath the lake
as we sway together
an evening song of friendship.

shhh, we whisper in an attempt to create
a reasonable hush.

giggles on dark stones lead us home
milk and cookies lull us to sleep.
Being a camp counselor had its perks
Margrett Gold
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   Ophelia Ray
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