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Jul 2014
The river swells and breaks before the plunge, plumetting down, down far below the ledge of my vision where you can hear the mighty crash and roar of water on rock and you can feel the rushing power of it all beside you, wondering what it would be like to be swept away...
And this is just a small reminder of how small and incapable I am, and how vulnerable I am to natures whim
Not exactly a poem, but I hope it was beautiful
Kimberly Weber
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Kimberly Weber  F/Nevada
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