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Aug 2014
Wandering
along the arroyo.
Dry.
Wondering
"Where
are my Words?"
Leaving
no stone unturned.
Waiting
for the flood
of ink
to gush again
from my empty fingers.
Staining
the page.
Quenching
my Soul.
Karen Newell
Written by
Karen Newell
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     ---, --- and William A Poppen
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